In the pavilion, Yan Yishuang took over Yan Wenxiu's poem. The continuity was good, and it won everyone's applause. Yan Yishuang's spirits lifted, and she immediately looked towards Xiao Yeyang, who was sitting in the seat of honor, with a smile.
"Little Prince, it's your turn!"
She never felt that she was inferior to her elder sister in any way, especially when it came to composing poetry. In this respect, she was streets ahead of her elder sister. Today, she was determined to seize the opportunity to showcase her abilities and to make not only her father and others at home but also the Little Prince see that the Yan Family had more than just her elder sister to be proud of.
Xiao Yeyang was somewhat disinterested, and he responded perfunctorily, his gaze frequently drifting outside the pavilion, feeling both angry and helpless in his heart.
That Daohua had actually left him hanging here!
How infuriating!
