Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 360

She waved her sleeve. "Since you all show so little sincerity, please suit yourselves. I am tired and will no longer entertain you!"

Seeing her walking toward the jade steps, Bei Ye was the first to lose his composure. "Junior Preceptor Yue, please wait!"

Before coming here, his imperial father had granted the two of them the authority to act as they saw fit. As long as there was even a sliver of hope, they had to bring Yue Fuguang back to Northern Li intact.

The other nations were both allies and competitors. After all, there was only one Yue Fuguang, but four allies.

Yue Fuguang did not stop. Instead, she continued walking and said, "Think carefully before you speak. I do not have that much free ti to play gas with you all."

Bei Yue and Bei Ye exchanged a glance and said, "Northern Li is willing to wager a thirty-li stretch of land with Junior Preceptor Yue!"

Seeing that Northern Li had agreed, the others realized that if they chickened out now, wouldn't it just benefit those two brothers?

In truth, everyone still held absolute confidence in their victory. They had made thorough preparations, and the poems they presented today were the absolute best selected over the past year.

Those few had always believed their true opponents were not the dealer, Yue Fuguang, but their own allies.

Yue Fuguang paused, then turned around and asked, "What about the two princesses and three princes? Will you still participate?"

Xi Ling said loudly, "Western Qiang also agrees. A thirty-li stretch of land in exchange for Junior Preceptor Yue visiting Western Qiang as a guest—it is worth it!"

As soon as his words fell, Gan Tang also smiled and said, "Southern Yue agrees as well. All of Nanzhao will welco the Junior Preceptor's visit at any ti."

Next was Yan Ji. However, since their land did not border Great Yan, Yue Fuguang casually pointed out a small island. Yan Ji took a look and saw that the island was only thirty or forty li across, with barren soil that couldn't grow crops at all.

He assud Yue Fuguang was unaware of this and had no intention of pointing it out, readily agreeing to the terms.

He also failed to notice the eyes of Cai Xian, who stood beside Yue Fuguang, light up as he secretly thought: What a great location this island has!

Only one party remained. Yue Fuguang looked toward the much more composed Lan Xuan'er. "Is Princess Xuanping not going to follow?"

Seeing ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‍everyone look at her, Lan Xuan'er felt a deep panic. It wasn't the panic of being stared at, but the dread of falling into a pit and being unable to climb out.

She looked at Yue Fuguang's beautiful, harmless face. When her gaze landed on the lotus mark on her forehead, all her resistance lted into a single sentence: "Nanzhao also agrees!"

Realizing what she had just said, Lan Xuan'er helplessly averted her eyes. Her palms were covered in sweat, but she could not change this gamble that the several nations had plotted for so long.

Yue Fuguang nodded and walked back to her desk. "Lord Wei, are the contracts ready?"

Wei Ping bowed and said, "They are all prepared. Please review them, Junior Preceptor."

Yue Fuguang shook her head. "Crown Prince, once you confirm there are no errors, rember to sign them and dispatch them to the respective nations. Everyone, rember to accept your losses gracefully."

She smiled as her gaze swept over them. "Let us continue!"

Saying this, she unrolled the poem she had copied, Sister Zhao's "Zui Hua Yin": "Thin mist and thick clouds, a sorrowful endless day; Auspicious incense burns in the golden beast. It is the Double Ninth Festival again; On the jade pillow inside the gauze canopy, the midnight chill first seeps through. Drinking wine by the eastern fence after dusk, A dark fragrance fills my sleeves. Do not say one's soul is not consud; When the west wind rolls up the curtain, I am thinner than the yellow chrysanthemums."

When everyone read the final lines, "When the west wind rolls up the curtain, I am thinner than the yellow chrysanthemums," the expressions on their faces were quite a spectacle.

The civil officials of Great Yan showed undisguised joy. "Great poem, excellent verses!" They began showering Yue Fuguang with free-flowing praise.

anwhile, the people from the other nations saw their faces turn from green to pale, and from pale to red. Even the most active Bei Ye shut his mouth and remained silent.

The originally smug faces of Kong You, Wenren Xin, and the others went blank for a mont.

Had this piece of paper ever left their sight, they would have accused her of not writing the poem herself!

How could it be that after studying for over a decade, the poems they composed couldn't compare to a little girl who had only been schooling for three years?

As for her being so descended goddess, they didn't believe a single word of it.

Finally, Wenren Xin was the first to speak up. "Junior Preceptor Yue, this poem is beautiful, yes, but it is simply too petty and narrow in scope!"

Yue Fuguang had long anticipated that since they ca specifically for her, they wouldn't concede defeat so quickly. Besides, in literature, there is no absolute first; in martial arts, there is no second.

However...

Since that was the case, they would just go again!

The crowd didn't expect Yue Fuguang to be so agreeable. Her writing was clearly superior, yet she compromised so easily. Not to ntion the outsiders,

even the ruler and ministers of Great Yan couldn't help but exchange glances, seeing both confusion and the realization in each other's eyes that the Junior Preceptor was about to stir up so serious trouble.

Figuring this out, they silently took a few steps back, afraid of hindering Yue Fuguang's performance.

Seeing the subtle movents of the Great Yan courtiers, Lan Xuan'er felt even more certain that she was falling into a trap. Unfortunately, a loosed arrow cannot be returned.

Her na was already stamped on the contract, and the ink had dried!

Next ca Kong You's poem on hosickness, Song Yu's on longing for soone, and Western Qiang and Eastern Yi's poems on autumn and snow.

After a round among the six of them, the result was still a draw!

Finally, everyone looked toward Yue Fuguang. She said calmly, "Since we have tied in the first five rounds, and this final round will determine the victor, let us play sothing different."

Kong You asked, "How does Junior Preceptor Yue wish to play?"

He silently wiped the cold sweat from his palms with his sleeve. Over these five rounds, they had practically brought out the very best poems in their arsenal.

Yet, they were still slightly inferior to her compositions.

The few of them had brazenly called it a draw, but everyone present knew they were bullying the young and using their numbers to their advantage. And this was on her ho turf! Just looking at the expressions of the Great Yan ruler and ministers, they knew that if they tried to pass off shoddy work as good in this final round, they probably wouldn't walk out of the grand hall in one piece.

If Yue Fuguang knew what he was thinking, she would definitely say: Bullying with numbers? This is nothing!

In a mont, she was going to show this group what true bullying with numbers looked like!

"Why don't we set our own topics? You can write about whatever you want. In the end, we will determine the winner by who writes the most and the best poems. What do you say?"

Song Yu, Wenren Xin, and the others exchanged glances, all catching a fleeting flash of excitent in each other's eyes.

The allied nations, though they had communicated beforehand and set the topics,

knew that allies couldn't be trusted in the face of profit. Therefore, the several nations had unanimously guessed the topics like candidates preparing for the imperial examinations.

They then sought out great contemporary scholars to ghostwrite poems, while Wenren Xin and the others were responsible for morizing them.

As a result, they actually had quite a few backup poems stored in their heads. They never expected that these would unexpectedly co in handy at the very end!

Lan Fengling was the first to speak. "I believe Junior Preceptor Yue's proposal is excellent! What do you think, Brother Song?"

Suppressing the excitent in his heart, Song Yu nodded in agreent. "I think so as well. What do you two worthy brothers think?"

Oshima was left hanging on the side, as Song Yu directly asked for the opinions of Kong You and Wenren Xin.

The flas of guaranteed victory flickered in both of their eyes as they said in unison, "That is perfectly fine!"

Seeing that they agreed, Yue Fuguang waved her large sleeve and said boldly, "Then let us begin!"

She waved to Wu Yong. "Prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

She then sat back in her chair, resting her head on her hand, and said in a relaxed manner, "Wu Yong, I will recite and you will write. If you get tired, rember to switch with soone else."

Sitting opposite her, Wu Yong nodded. At this mont, he still didn't understand what she ant by switching with soone else if he got tired.

He was just responsible for taking notes; he didn't even have to use his brain. How tired could he possibly get?