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"Stay calm, stay calm. Even if you are a few places back, qualifying for the final is still a good result and it won't affect your next match."

The referee explained that it didn't matter who came in ninth or tenth, because they were both advancing to the finals.

"Give way."

As Yun Anan walked off the field, she glanced at the referee standing in front of her. The aura emanating from him filled everyone with a sense of fear and trepidation.

Students of Class A, particularly the members of Group Ding, followed Yun An'an. What mattered to them wasn't the ranking but this group's blatant favoritism.

Why are those in the top tier, first-class considered more noble than them.

"Who is responsible for ranking the participants in the poetry competition"

Yun An'an coldly scanned the seven judges, her gaze as if she wanted to swallow them whole.

Yes, he is your father.

They are only responsible for reviewing the papers.

As for the final qualification of the name arrangement in the literary competition, it ultimately rests with Yun Cheng.

"Qian Shan, Yun, come out."

Directly addressing him, "Yun Qianshan," she said. In a corner, Yun Qianshan stood with his shoulders hunched, his face grim.

"What are you yelling about, old man I'm not dead yet."

Getting up, Yun Qian Shan took step by step towards Yun An An. The father and daughter looked at each other, neither willing to give way.

"You're scamming me"

Yun An'an was certain that if it wasn't for Old Yun's intention, their class, Ding Class, wouldn't have ended up in last place in the literary competition rankings.

"How did you trick me You're tricking old me too, aren't you"

Yun Qian Shan still remembers being tricked by Yun An An.

This dead girl, raised her for ten years, in the end she dragged him into a fire pit.

What, can't he scam someone

"You did this on purpose! This is a test, it concerns the fate of Class A and Class D. Old Yun, are you seeking revenge"

"Who the hell are you, old dog I'm your father, show some respect to your father!"

Yun Qian Shan did not yield and retorted angrily. Yun An An, indignant, rolled up her sleeves and was ready to fight with Yun Qian Shan.

"Come on, old man. I'm not afraid of you."

"Oh my, Old Dog Yun, are you looking for a fight"

As they bickered, the father and daughter were about to come to blows. Luckily, Xue Qiancheng and Yuwen Xiu held onto Yun An'an, while Master pulled Yun Qianshan back, or else there would have been a public spectacle of a father and daughter fighting in front of tens of thousands of people.

It's also strange, as the head of the hundred officials, Yun Qian Shan has always been so steady. How could he do such a childish thing

Yun'an'an is the same, so many people can't behave properly.

Sitting high on a platform, Beichen Han frowned and turned his gaze to Beichen Yi.

"The regent should still restrain Yun An'an's temperament."

"I find An'er to be quite likeable. There is no need for Your Majesty to worry about this."

From beginning to end, Beichen Yi's gaze on Yun Anan was always gentle and doting, and the pampering was utterly unreasoned.

They have one hundred and twenty reasons to believe that even if Yun An'an drew a knife and attacked those referees, the Regent wouldn't stop her, but would even personally hand her the blade. In the end, he would even say, "An'er, you've worked hard."

"Old Cloud Dog, come here."

"You little bitch, I'll beat your dog head to pieces if you don't believe me."

"Alright, alright, Master Yunfu, since we've made it to the finals, let's just do our best in the final match."

"Alright, alright, Yun Chancellor. I won't belittle myself to your level. Just calm down, calm down."

Two people pulled the father and daughter apart.

"Yuwen Xiu, Xue Mu City, Qi Ming, crush them for me, don't even let them breathe, kill them all!!!"

The top ten contestants from the literary competition will compete for the top three spots in one hour.

Last year, Yuwen Xiu nearly won the championship, only because some things caused him to miss the finals.

This year, he's determined to reclaim his rightful place and will not let the crown slip away.

One hour later.

The final is in progress.

There were only ten people on the vast field.

Competition topic, no title.

Ten people can freely express themselves, whether it's through drawing, playing music, writing poetry, or anything else, within half an hour.

Ultimately, the decision is made by public vote.

Before entering, everyone waved a bunch of small red paper flowers.

Whoever receives the most red flowers is the first place winner, second place winner, and third place winner.

The competition has begun.

In the audience, Yun An'an sat on a bench, staring at the motionless three people, wondering what they were thinking.

At this time, Yuwen Xiu stood up and looked at Xuelu City and Qiming. The two also nodded.

They know what to do.

Take paper and brushes, three people collaborate, creating artwork on a huge sheet of Xuan paper.

Written by Yuwen Xiu, with assistance from Xue Mu Cheng and Xue Mu Cheng.

"What is this drawing"

"It's pitch black, you can't see anything. Can you make it out"

"It doesn't look like much, maybe he just gave up and doodled randomly."

The crowd was puzzled and couldn't understand what Yuwen Xiu was painting. All they saw was him splashing ink onto the paper, a black mess that made no sense.

As time passed by, some people wrote poems and others played music. Only three of us remained busy in the hall.

With a clang, the communication channel came alive. The time had arrived.

The referee walked up to each person individually. When he got to Wenxiu and the other two, he looked at the large piece of paper, most of which was black, and couldn't help but furrow his brows.

"What have you drawn"

"Okay."

A golden gaze slanted downwards, Yuwen Xiu raised his head to look at the scattered sunlight, a smile appearing on that youthful and handsome face.

Time, perfect.

"Oh my God! Look!"

"Look at the painting, it's changed, it's changed, what divine sorcery is this"

"My God, what am I seeing The painting is actually changing!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of people in the audience watched intently as three people painted on a scroll. The originally black paper underwent subtle changes when illuminated by golden light.

But it is precisely this slight change that brings a wonderful array of colors to the entire painting.

It is black, yet also multicoloured.

Under the complex and dazzling backdrop, the connected gaps pieced together the image of a woman.

The woman glanced back with a light smile, a peerless beauty in the world. The more she looked, the more familiar she seemed.

Isn't this Princess Yiwang Yun An An!!!

Who else on the scroll could it be besides Yun An'an

"Begin voting."

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the audience who turned around threw the red flowers in their hands.

Only to see a long red flower rain, fluttering towards Yu Wenxiu Xue Mu City and Qi Ming, thrown over. In less than a moment, the three were still buried by red flowers.

Without too much fanfare, the audience voted with their actions to select Wen Sai's first, second and third place winners.

Well-deserved.

"My little ones, you're amazing!! Father is so proud of you."

In the stands, Yun Anan cheered loudly, happy for Yuwen Xiu and his companions.

But in the stands, Bei Chen Yi was half-closing his eyes, his deep gaze unfavorably directed at the three of them, especially the young man named Yu Wen Xiu."Looking at her daughter, Han Ying, protectively shielding Yun An'an behind her, Han Ying felt a mix of anger and heartache.If Rongrong had even one-tenth of Beichenhan's ruthlessness, it would be gre...