"As a prize?" Mo Shu was a bit confused, "What prize?"
Yu Siqiao's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "You don't know?"
Thinking of the Oiran, Mo Shu smirked and teased, "Oh, you've really got ambition, participating in a poetry event just to win the Oiran's favor, and you still want me to know about it?"
As she said this, she glanced at the Oiran with a sarcastic look, "Why, are you trying so hard to make me compare and see who's better between me and her?"
Yu Siqiao furrowed his brows, "What do you mean, what are you talking about?"
Mo Shu had already turned cold, pushed him away, and said disdainfully, "Fine, go fight for your Oiran!"
Yu Siqiao was still utterly confused, grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and said, "Wait, explain to me what this is about fighting for the Oiran, where did the Oiran come from, what do you mean? Wasn't I competing for the First Beauty?"
Mo Shu was even more angry, "Yes, not the Oiran, but the First Beauty! Go fight for your First Beauty!"
