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Chapter 977: Good

Poetry became the perfect medium through which they could convey their sentiments and determination, presenting a prime opportunity to showcase their loyalty to the Emperor and the imperial court.

A hush fell over the lively scene.

Shao Yunduan recited quietly, swiftly crafting a composition.

As customary, the eunuchs collected the poems penned by the scholars and presented them to the accomplished senior scholars of the Hanlin Academy for preliminary evaluation. The most exceptional works were then selected—around seven or eight—and transcribed. These copies were subsequently presented to the Emperor, important ministers, and shared with all those present for appraisal.

The masterpieces of the Primus, runner-up, and third-place winner, however, were immediately presented to the Emperor, with the three scholars themselves stepping forward to kneel and present their works.

Jealousy and envy simmered among the other Advanced Scholars as they gazed upon the trio. All eyes were fixed on Shao Yunduan—he was not only the Primus but also the youngest, and the scandal surrounding him and the Tian Family’s Elder Miss had attracted the most attention.

The situation grew increasingly complex.

Amidst the jealousy and envy, there were also individuals who relished the opportunity to mock and witness the unfolding drama.

Yet, Shao Yunduan paid no heed to the commotion. Setting down his pen upon completion, he patiently awaited the summons.

When the appointed time arrived, the Ceremony Supervisor relayed the message. Shao Yunduan, along with the other two winners, rose to their feet, holding their works with reverent hands. They bowed respectfully, lifting their poems high above their heads, requesting the Emperor’s guidance and instruction.

Emperor Xuan graciously accepted the three works presented by the eunuch, his gaze lingering a little longer on the Primus and the other two winners.

Compared to the second and third-place winners, the Primus exuded an exceptional air of handsomeness and refinement. Contemplating the beautiful compositions he had penned and considering his youthful age, which promised many years of service to the country and the imperial court, the Emperor’s satisfaction grew.

Recalling the Primus’s humble origins in a farmer’s family and the arduous journey he had undertaken to rise from a small village, Emperor Xuan discerned the scholar’s remarkable intelligence and diligence.

With a gentle smile, Emperor Xuan directed his attention towards Shao Yunduan, further affirming his contentment.

Observing this exchange, the other courtiers and Advanced Scholars who had been fixated on Shao Yunduan felt a surge of complex emotions.

Some became even more envious, secretly hoping that Officer Tian would be given a humbling lesson.

Officer Tian sat with an upright posture, casting a cold gaze in Shao Yunduan’s direction, simmering with annoyance.

Though he maintained a composed facade, internally, he was writhing in discomfort, beset by embarrassment.

The more amiable and satisfied Emperor Xuan appeared towards Shao Yunduan, the more ludicrous it made the Tian Family and their daughter.

Through this filter, Emperor Xuan promptly expressed his opinion upon inspecting Shao Yunduan’s work. “Excellent!” He nodded with satisfaction, breaking into a joyful laughter. “You, as my chosen Primus, possess exceptional talent! Come, let me share my thoughts on it.”

In truth, Emperor Xuan himself was not particularly adept at poetry. He remained a layman in the art, able to discern between ordinary and good compositions, yet unable to distinguish the nuances of excellence.

Nonetheless, he held a genuine fondness for his chosen Primus.