The maids had all served Chu Youzhao for so many years already. Who didn’t know what their young master was really like? When had he ever liked poetry? But they knew that exposing him now was just asking for trouble. They all held back their urge to laugh.

Chu Youzhao unfolded the crumpled paper. The words on the surface were already all messed up. She felt a wave of regret and exclaimed angrily to the maid, “Stupid maid, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“But I did…” The maid felt extremely wronged. Didn’t I tell you from the very start that it was from the first young master?

Chu Youzhao didn’t know what to say either, which drove her crazy. She harrumphed and said, “Hurry up and bring me a paperweight.”

The maid quickly handed it over. Chu Youzhao flattened the paper under the paperweight, trying to smooth it out. Meanwhile, she carefully read the poem. She nodded while speaking. “Yes, this poem was...