Shen Wuzheng remained calm, as if he had already accepted the fact of his "narrow loss," a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at his younger sister.
And Shang Ruyi, after a long silence, finally sighed softly in her heart.
She understood where her elder brother had lost. This poem, with its majestic momentum, bold spirit, and literary allusions, indeed surpassed Shen Wuzheng's poem.
At the same time, she also understood why her brother would say—he was, as it were, sincerely convinced of his defeat.
Because although this poem was well written, in this poetry contest held in celebration of Fufeng's victory, it appeared somewhat out of place, as this poem did not mention Fufeng's battle at all. Upon closer reading, it seemed more like a poet's personal emotional outburst, awkwardly applied to the Fufeng battle.
Like a pair of delicate silk shoes on a pair of large feet.
Somewhat ill-fitting.
