Everyone looked towards the Prince, waiting for his reply.
Finally, they heard the Prince speak, "In that case, let's pause the poetry contest for now."
The Magistrate immediately understood and ordered preparations to be made.
Two desks were placed in front, each with ink, paper, and brush!
Then the Magistrate spoke, "The report is in my hand. You can write now. After you're finished, we will compare it with the report in my possession. The person who wrote the report will become clear!"
The young gentleman standing there looked at Song Wencai with disdain in his eyes, thinking to himself who would refuse to admit defeat until faced with undeniable evidence.
With a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, he reached out to pick up the brush.
Unexpectedly, he used his left hand to hold the brush and began writing the content from that day on the prepared paper.
