Feng Wanli's face was filled with conflict, and he hesitated.
"I agreed, so spit it out already!" Li Cheng said irritably.
"You've already piqued my curiosity. If you don't finish, may lightning strike me!"
Feng Wanli glared at Li Cheng, "It's all because you started it!"
Li Cheng shrugged and recited, "Lone lamp, single shadow, writing by the west window, suspense lingers on through the endless night; as Mingyue pierces through Feng Wanli, a scroll full of thoughts exudes the fragrance of ink."
Feng Wanli slapped his thigh, his expression turning excited in an instant.
"Don't just get excited, talk about the matter at hand!" Li Cheng urged.
