"Ah Yao, what exactly is Su Qianxue thinking?"
"Everyone else is presenting their own poems, so why is she using someone else's? And even if she's using someone else's, why did she run away so hastily? Is there some hidden reason behind all this?"
Mo Zhaozhao turned her head, utterly confused, and looked at Yun Wanyao, clearly baffled by the scene before them.
Yun Wanyao shook her head, unable to make sense of it, and could only mumble, "I don't know either."
Hearing their conversation, Xie Xuanrong's eyes flashed slightly, and a thought crossed his mind.
He had been observing Su Qianxue and noticed that when Lord Sacrificial Officer asked if the poem was hers, she glanced at the items on the stone table that he had sent.
Could it be that the woman has X-ray vision?
Did she realize he had set a trap for her and she changed her decision at the last moment?
But if she truly had X-ray vision, why didn't she see his trap while writing the poem and avoid those two poems?
