The atmosphere seemed to ease a little.
Although Nangong Meijiao did not directly praise this poem, what she said meant that this poem was not bad.
Song Ruyue naturally felt very smug to have gotten the arrogant Commandery Princess' praise.
Originally, she wanted to vent her anger at Luo Qingzhou, but judging from his performance earlier, it seemed like she could not do so anymore.
She could only snort coldly and cast a sidelong glance at the young man who was bowing and standing in the hall. "This poem is just so-so. You said that you can't compose the poem, but aren't you doing it now? It's fine if you're humble in front of outsiders, but do you have to be so hypocritical in front of one of your own?"
Qin Weimo defended him weakly. "Mother, maybe Brother-in-law was still thinking of how to compose the poem earlier…"