"A verbal edict from His Majesty: Tonight, the moonlight flows in vibrant splendor, and the osmanthus shadows dance. We and all Our beloved ministers shall enjoy this magnificent worldly scene together.
All of you are well-read, your minds filled with literary treasures. We now command you to take the moon as your theme and present your poetic talents. Any whose poems are of exceptional quality in both skill and sentiment shall be handsomely rewarded by Us. Furthermore, your name may be engraved in the Imperial Study for posterity. We hope you will all display the full extent of your learning, do justice to this fine hour, and thereby manifest the flourishing literary fortune of Our dynasty. By Imperial decree."
Liu Hai's voice was not loud, yet it carried throughout the entire banquet, reaching everyone's ears.
'He's a master.'
Pei Shaoqing thought to himself.
