After transmigrating, I became a stepmother.

"Can't I joke around?"

Wen Tingzhu countered with a question.

He didn't seem particularly old-fashioned, so why can't he joke around?

"Uh...this!"

These words startled the two of them. Indeed, although they had never seen Wen Tingzhu joke, they had never heard of him being a serious and unsmiling old scholar.

Or are they making a fuss over nothing?

Yang Bo now admires Wen Tingzhu immensely and naturally wants to firmly support him: "Is it our fault? Or is it because we haven't had enough contact with him and don't know his temperament well enough that we're making such a fuss! Haha!"

Seeing the weariness on Wen Tingzhu's face, Li Xuan tactfully offered his leave: "It's getting late, let's not disturb Lord Wen's rest any longer. There will be plenty of time to talk again later."

"Look at me, I'd completely forgotten about that. Well then, I won't bother you any longer, Lord Wen. You should get some rest! I'll be going now."

Wen Tingzhu was also very tired, so he didn't stand on ceremony and smiled as he saw the person off, saying, "Take care."

As I lay in bed taking a short nap, I heard a soft knock on the door: "Lord Wen, it's almost time. Are you up?"

Although he hadn't rested as well as usual, he was in good spirits. Wen Tingzhu said loudly, "Thank you for your trouble. I'll get up now."

The palace servants outside responded and entered to help Wen Tingzhu wash up. After confirming that he was alright, Wen Tingzhu returned to the familiar main hall.

The people were the same, and their positions remained unchanged, but this time, the Anguo people no longer had the arrogance they had shown before.

Seeing that everyone had lost interest in conversation, the Crown Prince stopped being mysterious and said directly, "You've all seen plenty of poetry recitations. How about this: everyone thinks of a topic and writes it down. Whatever topic they draw, they have to compose a poem on that topic. What do you think?"

"Alright, but it's not easy to compare different themes. How about we pair up and compose poems on the same theme?"

Prince Su agreed, but also put forward new rules.

This rule sounded reasonable, and Shengguo had no reason to refuse, so it naturally agreed.

However, everyone knew that Prince Su meant to prevent the situation from happening during the game of chess, so his eyes unconsciously glanced at Wen Tingzhu and the other two.

Although they knew what was going on, Yang Bo and Li Xuan still felt a little hot on the face from being secretly watched like this, and could only try their best to ignore it and keep their composure.

At this moment, Prince Su's voice came to their rescue: "However, shouldn't we all carefully examine this thing that holds the divination sticks?"

"It's natural!"

The crown prince had no intention of doing anything about it, so he readily agreed.

Hmph, all pretense!

Prince Su did not believe that the other party was as upright and honest as he appeared. He preferred to believe that the other party had been exposed by him and had no choice but to back down.

After both sides carefully checked all the tools used and confirmed that everything was in order, the competition officially began.

Su Zixiu was the first to draw a slip of paper. He glanced at Yang Bo, unfolded the paper in his hand, and wrote the words "Spring Light" on it.

Without a doubt, this is the kind of poetry they want to create.

This question is quite simple; almost every scholar has practiced similar questions.

I wonder what the person who came up with this question was thinking. Did they want to go back to simplicity?

The two picked up their brushes and began to write, but after only a short while, they both stopped.