"Guan Ju...what a quiet and gentle lady, a noble man's good match. Why was this poem not written for me?" In the back, a few princesses were passing around Shen Zhui's poem.
"It's a pity that our elder brother is closer to Sister Zi Xuan. Otherwise, if you were the first one to make an appearance, perhaps this could've been yours."
"Who knows if the Marquis champion would even fancy you?"
"Following his dazzling performance, I feel it's okay to not even bother checking the ones after."
"Are you already feeling disheartened, my sister? I believe both Xu Qingzhi and Wang Shixin are rather impressive. Someone capable of composing 'Night Snow' must not lack talent."
"Ah…."
"Guan Ju, that Shen Zhui...he really does have some talent." Princess Qinghui sat quietly in the elegantly decorated living room. Even she reluctantly admitted that Shen Zhui was indeed talented.
The other princesses, on the other hand, were all exclaiming how lucky Zi Xuan was to have snagged him.