“However, what does King Song mean by this? The handwritings of the two letters he sent are completely different!”
Instead of pursuing this matter, Yang Zhao suddenly recalled the previous letter. Back then, he didn’t notice anything peculiar, but taking a look at this letter now, it was clear that the handwritings of the two letters were completely different.
The handwriting of the previous letter was squiggly and awful, to the point that Yang Zhao thought that he could write better than the other party, while this one was forceful, strong, and elegant. It was clear that both letters were written by different people.
“Furthermore, why would the letter with the poem have King Song’s seal? What in the world is King Song up to? On top of that, the poem is extremely inappropriate. Isn’t he afraid that His Majesty might misunderstand him?”
Yang Zhao was unable to comprehend the matter.
“We’ll have to ask him to know.”
Even though Consort Taizhen spoke calmly, the slight quiver in her tone revealed her true emotions. In truth, King Song’s reply wasn’t important to her at all.
There was only one thing she was concerned with. Who was the one who wrote the ‘Song of Purity and Peace’? And was there a second and third poem to it?
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The second letter Consort Taizhen sent managed to reach King Song this time around. King Song, Lu Ting, and the old butler circled around a golden-plated wooden table, on which, Consort Taizhen’s letter was placed.
What that came along with this letter was the ‘Song of Purity and Peace’ that Wang Chong wrote with squiggly handwriting..
Consort Taizhen’s reply and Wang Chong’s ‘Song of Purity and Peace’ had been placed on the table for more than two hours, during which, the trio had read through them over and over again, but even so, they couldn’t help but feel amazed each time.
“Good poem, this is indeed a good poem! To think that Wang Yan, despite being a border general, is able to bring up a son with such flair in poetry. This is truly an eye-opener!”
Lu Ting was the first to break the silence. Staring at the poem on the table, he offered his generous praise. This poem was simple and carefree, beautiful but not excessive. If disseminated in the Central Plains, it would be a masterpiece that everyone was filled with praises for.
Even Lu Ting couldn’t help but admit that this poem could leave most of the talented academics in the royal court kneeling in defeat. At the very least, he, Lu Ting, was incapable matching such flair.
But for some reason, when Lu Ting said those words, there was an interesting look on his face.
“It’s indeed a good poem!”
Beside him, King Song nodded as well. There was also an equally interesting look on his face.
He didn’t know that Wang Chong had used his name to write Consort Taizhen a nostalgic, complimentary, and even slightly flirtatious poem.
Embarrassed, he didn’t know he should react to this matter before Lu Ting and the old butler.
King Song had always operated upright and openly. He had never done such a matter before.
Even though this poem praising Consort Taizhen wasn’t written by him but by Wang Chong, his seal was clearly imprinted on it. As such, he couldn’t claim to be completely unaware of the matter.
“It is fortunate that Chong gongzi is wise enough to write this letter with a squiggly handwriting, making it clear that it isn’t Your Highness’s handwriting with a single glance. This way, it will clear you of all suspicion and prevent misunderstandings.”
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The Human Emperor (1-200)
FantasyNOT MINE. OFFLINE READING PURPOSE. Author:Huangfu Qi, 皇甫奇 Alternative names:Nhân Hoàng Kỷ, Ren Huang Ji, THE, The Records of the Human Emperor, 人皇纪 Source:StarveCleric Forcefully brought over from the modern world to an alternate world, Wang Chon...