118 Young Master Wu

However, without any evidence, it was just a figment of one's imagination. It could only be a mouth full of sour arguments. It was not until Madam Li shouted that some people realized their state of mind and immediately felt ashamed.

Seeing that the scholars were no longer making noise, Madam Li's expression eased a little. She lazily leaned against the screen and said indifferently.

"Let's continue with the banquet. Is there anyone else here who wants to take out their poems to appreciate?"

Then, no one dared to say anything at Madam Li's words. All of them lowered their heads.

Some of the scholars had originally prepared a few works that they were proud of but they didn't dare to take them out now.

After all, the jewel was in front.

With Lin An's ten poems pressed down here, who would dare to take out their own little things to make a fool of themselves?