Poetry penned by women often carries a tone of romantic sentiments, or a refreshing style suitable for the occasion. Rarely does one come across poetry like that of Lin Ziyin, imbued with rhythm, imposingness, and profound meanings.
Li Yanran stared at Lin Ziyin in shock, her eyes wide open, not blinking for quite some time. Wasn't Lin Ziyin just a country girl? How did she manage to compose such splendid poetry? She refused to believe it - who could explain this shocking reality?
Almost simultaneously, the men next door also got to know the three poems composed by Lin Ziyin.
"Excellent poetry! Truly superb!" Mei Hanqing exclaimed in astonishment, almost pounding his hand onto the table.
"We men are no match for the Princess." Yuan Yanzhao sighed, his eyes reluctant to move away from the lines of the poems.
"An extraordinary woman indeed!" praised Shao Liufeng, in an unending stream.
Everyone admired the three poems, expressing continuous awe.