Ning Xueyan stood up slowly. She wasn't tall, shorter than Ya Moqin even. Yet, when her face darkened and her beautiful eyes turned fierce, Ya Moqin felt a stab of uncertainty. Even the famous scholars were looking around. They were beginning to question their criticism of the poem. If the Crown Princess had truly written the poem, was it right for them to criticize her like this?

Their fear was largely derived from the Crown Prince's ruthless reputation. Even if they were ...