"Yes, madam, you're truly clever! You've got the whole thing figured out." Liang Qu gave a thumbs-up.
"So, to put it plainly, isn't it like the husband writing courtship poems for the Sea Master?"
"Ahem! How can that be the same?" Liang Qu nearly choked on his own saliva, spreading open the paper. "These poems weren't written by me! I only attended the Academy for half a year. How could I know how to write poems? I'm just a transporter."
"I've never heard of them before, nor seen them in books, so they must be written by you for me, and you're not allowed to use them." Long Eying sighed. "My husband writes love poems for the Frog Duke, and I manage to get a couple of lines, only to have them sent to other women by my husband."
"Then... how about a negotiation? I'll massage your feet tonight?"
"Why do you always take and take? Haven't you done enough foot massaging?"
"What should I do then?"
"After today's matter is settled, write ten new poems for me."
