Meng Han Wu stood in front of the door, the ice on her cheeks almost freezing the entire doorframe.
Who exactly had come to accept the marriage challenge?
How had it come to be that she was here, clearing away the competition for Zhu Minglang?
Meng Han Wu hesitated for a moment but eventually stayed in front of the Princess Manor. As long as she could complete this task, she would act as Zhu Minglang's guard for a while!
...
Sitting down, Zhu Minglang realized everyone was in the courtyard, surrounded by maple trees as red as rosy clouds, some fine wine, several plates of exquisite fruits, and some brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. Had he not confirmed this was the Princess Manor, Zhu Minglang would have thought he'd entered some academy's examination hall.
"The princess is fond of poetry. Gentlemen, please compose a poem while you wait, as a first impression," said an extremely tall palace maid.
A literary test??
He really had guessed it.
