The elderly lady was extremely shocked.
A child who hadn't begun to learn for over a decade, only to produce such fine poetry within a year's time—let's not even mention Yun Muyou and Yun Zihan. Even Yun Zhen and his three brothers probably lacked this ability and open-mindedness.
"Why is this night the night, as the stars return northward, tomorrow, as the year starts anew in the east. The spring breeze isn't far off, just at the east side of the house, everyone should yet to go to bed on New Year's Eve, as the sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year!"
The elderly lady did not want to speak, but she had to admit that the poem was very good.
Now, with Yun Qi and Mrs. Han present, it wasn't just soft-boned Yun Jinnian; she couldn't treat Yun Jinnian as she did before.
"Hmm, these lines of poetry are indeed quite good, Sister Nian, come up here!"
Yun Jinnian slowly stepped forward, "Grandmother!"
The elderly lady casually took two items and handed them to Yun Jinnian.
