Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 1183

"How dare you provoke Official Stanley! You are out of your depth!"

The Empress looked at Darryl at that moment and gently said, "Darryl, why don't you give us a verse since you say that Stanley's poetry is just mediocre?"

Her voice was gentle, yet authoritative and unquestionable!

At that moment, the Empress was curious about Darryl. This eunuch could use an ant to thread the red string, which meant that he had some talents. At that moment, he said Stanley's poem was not great. Could he have the capabilities to compose poems?

Gasp!

The entire courtyard was in utter silence

with everyone shutting up their mouths once the Empress started speaking.

"Uh...” Darryl scratched his head and said politely to the Empress, "Let me think about it."

The World Universe indeed had many poems about snowfall. However, perhaps the Empress had read the World Universe's ancient poetry since the enchanted barrier between the Nine Mainlands had disappeared. Therefore, Darryl could not use those anymore.

Nonetheless, Darryl did not panic since there were many talented people within the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda on him.

At that moment, Darryl pretended to frown and ponder upon his words while secretly communicating telepathically with Pang Tong inside the pagoda.

"Pang Tong, I'm sure a poem is no challenge for you since you're a famous strategist from the Three Kingdoms period?” Darryl said.

Pang Tong soon replied confidently from the pagoda, "Master, I know about poetry, but I can't come up with a masterpiece in a short while. However, the poems I can create will certainly be catchy. Please give me some time to think and I'll come up with one.”

No one could hear the conversation between Darryl and Pang Tong. In their sights at that moment, Darryl seemed to be standing there in a daze and all of them thought that he could not come up with a poem.

The courtyard erupted in laughter at that moment.

"Haha! This eunuch has been challenged.”

"He's just a mere eunuch. How can he even compose poems?"

Constantly jeers came from the crowd which Darryl continued to ignore.

Darryl smiled and looked at the Empress within three minutes before slowly saying, "Your Majesty, I've come up with one!"

'What? He has composed a poem?’