Upon hearing this, Qin Siyuan and Sixth Master Gu couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.
Qin Yuan glanced amusingly at her brother and encouraged playfully, "Why don't you recite it for everyone to hear? If it's funny, it's a great achievement."
The guards nearby immediately chimed in loudly, "Yes, please let the young master read it aloud for us!"
Qin Heng cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and recited with a rhythmic shake of his head, "Listen as I slowly tell you: The Yelv hostage sits foolishly by the well, mocking our Daxing's lack of elegant poetry. Rustic folk songs fill the elegant tune, while dressed monkeys busy themselves catching lice."
"Bravo," applauded the crowd.
Qin Heng chuckled and clasped his hands, "Elder brother, elder sister, I've vented your frustrations too."
Qin Yuan nodded, "Not bad, it rhymes and is amusing."
Qin Siyuan said, "I didn't expect Brother Heng to have such wit, if uncle knew, he would surely be pleased."
