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 e..