The commotion caused by the people from Wangxian Building had been a mixed blessing. The poetry selection that followed was surprisingly lively and went exceptionally smoothly, with no one daring to cause trouble.
After all, faced with a dark sea of Black Armor Guards, you'd have to have a death wish to have the guts to stir up trouble.
Even Xu Qian was uncharacteristically quiet, listening earnestly to the other contestants' works and the critiques from Gongsun Liangce and Jiang Yuchuan.
Although Li Yun was a judge, here at Ming's Restaurant, he seemed more like some kind of mascot.
Gongsun Liangce and Jiang Yuchuan were both men of genuine talent and learning; otherwise, they wouldn't hold their current positions.
For the two of them, analyzing the poems of a group of Imperial College students and other scholars was a piece of cake. But on the rare occasions they disagreed, they would consult the young Emperor, who sat beside them without saying much.
