Things have gotten this bad, so why does the young master Xue not seem worried at all, even thinking this is no big deal?
Xue An shrugged, "Yeah, it really is no big deal, because those eleven poems were actually copied by me!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the main table was stunned.
Fu Yuanfeng, Zhuang Manni, and others stared at Xue An, dumbfounded.
Xu Ling'an almost choked on his own saliva and asked in a changed voice, "What did you say?"
Xue An replied nonchalantly, "I said those eleven poems were copied by me!"
"Copied from which book?" Xu Ling'an immediately asked.
"Uh… copied from a book called the Three Hundred Tang Poems."
The Three Hundred Tang Poems?
Xu Ling'an, Fu Yuanfeng, Zhuang Manni, and others looked at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
This was the first time they've heard this name.
"Who wrote this Three Hundred Tang Poems and when was it completed?" Xu Ling'an pursued tirelessly.
