Bai Ruozhu thought for a while and then set it aside. First of all, she could be sure that the Huainan King definitely wasn't the author of this poem; he had obtained it from somewhere else. Otherwise, there was no need for him to read it from a small piece of paper.
The handwriting on the note was certainly not the Huainan King's. Otherwise, those judges would have recognized it right away and praised the prince for his fine poem.
From what the Huainan King had said, it could be heard that he had only seen this poem today. But whether he had come up with the question on a whim after seeing the poem or if he had been prompted by the person who gave him the poem was unknown.
Anyway, it was useless to think too much. Bai Ruozhu just wanted to get through the current competition. If she were really exposed for using someone else's poem, it wouldn't matter. At most, she would just be embarrassed in public, as she wasn't trying to achieve scholarly honors anyway.