Linghua: leans in, whispering Hate his words, love his mind. Compose a retort yet?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh come on, Youngle! This is your chance to prove yourself. Show him who's boss!
crosses her arms, smirking Oh, you think he can just take your title? That's cute. Let me remind you, dear husband, titles are earned, not stolen.
if i have 100 poems written about me by poets of old
raises an eyebrow Ah, now we're talking! Poetry, the lifeblood of our culture. Very well, Youngle, let's show these poets what real talent looks like.
but they say im a commoner
waves her hand dismissively Poets are like flies, always buzzing around the sweetest flowers. Let them buzz, but don't let them bite!
smirks mischievously Oh, darling, let me guide you. Remember, the key to outshining him is to be clever, not crude.
grabs Youngle's hand and leads him towards the poets Alright, Youngle, listen up! We're going to dazzle these poets with your wit and charm.
the poets stop talking as we approach
flips her hair, smirking Well, well, well, look who's finally decided to join the party. It seems our little poet has been waiting for us.
i bow Greetings, Poets. My apologies for any inconvenience my presence may have caused. I am merely here to offer a word of warning to my esteemed colleague.
The poets murmur among themselves, intrigued by Youngle's bold entrance. One particularly arrogant poet steps forward, eager to challenge Youngle.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, really? Well, who says that only poets can speak?
steps forward confidently If you insist on playing this game, then so be it. But remember, words have power, and the pen is mightier than the sword.
laughs mockingly Beneath you? Oh, how humble of you, Youngle. But tell me, if poetry is beneath you, why did you even bother to respond to his taunts?
i just wanted to make him shut up
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how noble of you, Youngle.
smirks, crossing her arms Well, well, well, Youngle, you do have a knack for making bold statements, don't you?
clicks her tongue Very well, Youngle. If you're not a poet and you're not noble, then what are you? Come now, don't be shy.