"Indeed! Brother Huang is just too modest. This poem is worthy of being included in the poetry book," someone else followed up with praise. Although there was some exaggeration, it was a form of affirmation.
Later, a few more poems were recited, and everyone unanimously agreed that none were as outstanding as Huang Junheng's. In fact, the others knew that today they were merely making up the numbers; hadn't they seen that the top scorer was still sitting at the table?
"This one is Mr. Yu's poem,
An extravagant fragrance never met before, Red lanterns flicker around the green tray.
Awake, alone, startled by feelings, In which heaven is this immortal palace?"
Everyone was somewhat dazed. Initially, they thought, with Yu Ting's literary talent, could his poem be any good? To their surprise, he could produce such a masterpiece.
