Qin Siyuan returned from Mr. Songshan's place already with turbulent emotions. Seeing Lin Ziqi like this, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Songshan's evaluation of scholars, feeling even more ashamed in his heart.
He sighed, patiently explaining, "Mr. Songshan was invited into the mansion by the Marquis. He has met several times due to the Sixth Master. That day, the poetry was composed during a banquet held at the Marquis Mansion. I and my uncle's family stayed overnight, and everyone spontaneously composed a few poems. The Sixth Master set up a platform at the Imperial College, wishing for more diverse poetry collections. If Brother Ziqi is interested, perhaps you should write a few more poems as well."
Seeing him dismiss everything so cleanly, Lin Ziqi suppressed his anger and asked, "Since you were present that day, do you know who Young Master Nantang is? I greatly admire the depth and liveliness of Young Master Nantang's poetry. Could you help introduce me?"
