Who Got First Place?

There was silence in the hall.

The courtesan Wu Yi recited sweetly, "Frozen are all the trees; your warm root will not freeze. In the village's deep snow, last night your branch did break into flowers. Fragrance oozed in the wind. Birds peeped at you, still white. If you blossom next year, you will foretell spring's near."

After she finished reading, everyone below the stage fell silent for a while.

When they came to their senses, everyone clapped and praised, "Good poem! What a good poem!"

"Miss Wu Yi, may I know who wrote this poem?"

Someone asked.

The courtesan smiled sweetly. She glanced at the piece of paper in her hand and said, "This piece is ranked third for the time being. It was written by the Song family's young lady, Song Zixi."

"Wow! It's Miss Song!"

"This poem is elegant and clear. It's a hard-to-come-by poem, but it's only ranked third?"