"It's a deal!" Kong Ling Yang didn't think very highly of Jun Moxie. He doesn't have the skill to come up with a counter-verse for Han Zhidong's verse. And even if he managed to come-up with something… how could this debauchee's shallow verse match up to the WenXing Heavenly Literature Institute's standard? This is a joke!
Jun Moxie patted his thigh, and crisp 'pop' sound echoed. He then raised a bottle of wine off the table, and put one of his feet on the chair. He raised his head upwards, drank a mouthful of wine and thought for a while. Then, he looked upwards once more, drank a mouthful of wine, and continued to ponder.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Jun Moxie. Even the Emperor was no exception. There was look of interest and a faint trace of coldness in the Emperor's eyes. He would have to re-assess the Jun Family if Jun Moxie was able to come up with an appropriate counter-verse…
