I'll Write

Gu Yundong's gaze swept past the four of them one by one. After a while, she said softly, "Then… I'll be frank?"

"Go ahead."

Even Shao Qingyuan looked at her eagerly. He felt that this idea was not bad, but if Yundong said no, he would quickly think of something else.

Gu Yundong coughed lightly. "There's nothing wrong with the story. It's just that it's not fascinating enough."

The prefecture magistrate quickly leaned forward. "How is it not enough?"

"Uncle, our story is mainly for the commoners to hear. Most of the commoners can't read. Even if they know, they can't understand words that are too profound, especially these poems. We can understand them, but the commoners might not understand them."

It was a story. Of course, it had to be simple and straightforward. It shouldn't be too pedantic.

"In that case, it makes sense."