Madam Hua led the ladies to stand on the high platform for a while and then had them leave.
"Gentlemen, young masters, you've all seen the ladies. Are you satisfied? Talented scholars, if any of you wish to compete in composing verses, let's begin!"
The rules at Tianxiang Pavilion prioritize literary gatherings. No matter how eager someone might be, they have to wait until the poetry contest is more than halfway through before starting to bid Silver.
Mr. Jia had already noticed Hua Lian on the high platform. Ever since he saw Hua Lian at Tianxiang Pavilion last time, he couldn't stop thinking about her. There are many ladies at Tianxiang Pavilion, many more beautiful than Hua Lian, but the moment he saw those shy and timid eyes and her soft, delicate figure, he couldn't resist pulling her into his embrace to shower her with affection.
