"Look, Du Shixian is already composing his second poem!" Someone from Dachu's envoy exclaimed.

The emperor was a little anxious now.

Du Baifu had already started composing his second poem, but Chen Changfeng was still unable to move.

"Prince, is it time to start composing poetry?" A Ming official whispered.

"Don't worry, I am a Ming Dynasty who respects the old and loves the young. Let him burn half of the incense first, lest he will be unconvinced when the time comes." Chen Changfeng brought a chair and sat directly in front of the table.

"What?"

"Give Du Baifu half a minute to burn the incense?"

"His Royal Highness, that is the Great Chu Shixian!"

"Cough cough cough——"

The emperor almost failed to withstand Chen Changfeng's overly arrogant words.
Chapter completed!