At the flower appreciation banquet.
The Noble Consort flipped to the last poem and began to read, "In autumn when the cool winds blow, the rice fields and fruit trees are a golden glow. Steamed buns, one, two, three, four, secure the five grains and six animals, peace galore."
Reaching the end, the Noble Consort couldn't help but snort with laughter. Not to mention the poem's balance and tonal pattern, the wording was just too forthright.
The Emperor, upon hearing this, nearly choked and struggled to suppress his laughter so as not to lose his composure.
He thought to himself how much the Little Concubine must love to eat to even include steamed buns in her poem, and as he pondered over it once more, the Emperor found it increasingly amusing, the smile on his face growing broader.
The concubines below also covered their mouths and began to laugh, wondering how someone could produce such an outspoken piece of poetry. At least use some metaphors!
