The eyes of the officials behind him lit up as they looked at Zeng Anmin with anticipation.
The current Minister of the Ministry of Justice gently stroked his beard and sighed emotionally, "Indeed, even I couldn't help but feel moved upon seeing such a scene. Zeng Liangjiang's poetry once stirred all of Jiangnan; surely, his son already has a well-thought-out plan in mind!"
"Yes, I would also like to hear it," another official chimed in.
Seeing Zeng Anmin hesitate, a cold glint flashed through Prince Qi's eyes. He looked down at Zeng Anmin from his towering height. "What? Your Majesty asked you to compose a poem. Are you unwilling?"
He thought, "Who is this musclehead...?" Zeng Anmin frowned, looking up at Prince Qi's nearly ten-foot-tall frame. He could clearly sense a trace of hostility from this man.
