As the Qianqing Emperor felt a sense of unreality, Xu Xuan suddenly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I also have a poem to offer."
"Oh? You can recite poetry too, who are you?" Fan Wencheng asked curiously.
"Elder Xu Zhengchang, a scholar during the Longqing Era of Ming. Today, having encountered the sacred ruler and all the virtuous courtiers, I was inspired to compose."
At this, Taiji became interested and said, "Please proceed, there shall be generous rewards."
"Very well, I shall embarrass myself then, ahem."
Xu Xuan stood up, and with all civil and military officials watching, he slowly began to speak.
"Rats with horse tails sit high in the hall, evil spirits brazenly claim to be kings.
A loyal heart unchanged, longing for the Han Emperor, with angry gaze, the throne-stealing wolf is challenged."
In an instant, silence fell upon the gathering, Taiji's smile freezing.
Fan Wencheng, Hong Chengchou, Dorgon, and others turned deathly pale, not daring to speak.
