It must not be worse than the poem that Zhao Douan wrote.
The female temple priest found the Empress's description peculiar, but being of a gentle disposition, she opened the browser, typed in the corresponding entry, and then skipped over the top few advertising links ranking third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth...
Finally, she opened an article listing the "Top Ten Mid-Autumn Poems."
"Miss, take a look." The temple priest handed over the phone.
Xu Zhenguan said earnestly, "Can you read it to me?"
"..." The female temple priest paused, thinking that perhaps this girl has amnesia to the point of being unable to recognize the words, and nodded sympathetically, reading, "The most famous would be this poem 'Water Melody,' composed in the year Bingchen during Mid-Autumn, drinking till dawn, deeply drunk, written this piece, also thinking of Ziyou."
