Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

The world created by Chu Xia Wanfeng can be found in "The Chosen One, How Did I Become the Villain?".

"What's wrong?" Liu Mingyue asked.

Qin Huaiyu shook his head. "I don't know, but something feels off."

"This happened a long time ago, and it's difficult to find out if there are any problems."

Liu Mingyue pursed her lips and continued:

"Never mind, there's no answer to this question. You can ask another one."

Huh, is that even possible?

Qin Huaiyu was also amused. Based on the principle that it's a fool not to take advantage of a bargain, he immediately raised another question.

"Are you aware of the Yan family's recent activities?"

"I understand, the deal can be done."

A smile appeared on Liu Mingyue's jade-like face as she said:

"You now need to meet the trading requirements."

This woman doesn't seem to have any bad intentions, does she?

Qin Huaiyu looked wary and said cautiously:

"What kind of bargaining chips?"

Looking at that soft and easily bullied appearance, Liu Mingyue smiled mischievously and said:

"You're already my guest, shouldn't we do something about it?"

As she spoke, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the thin dress slipped off her shoulder, revealing her snow-white skin.

again!

Qin Huaiyu had already been fooled once; how could he fall for it again?

He leaned forward, inhaling the fresh fragrance with a look of longing, and then said:

"Then what are we waiting for? I wonder what method Mingyue prefers?"

Feeling that warm breath, Liu Mingyue's face immediately flushed red.

Although she was the head of Qingfengfang and had seen a lot, she was still only knowledgeable about matters between men and women. However, she was still just a theorist and could not withstand such provocation.

Besides, deep down it doesn't allow it.

"What...what should I say? How should I say it? I don't know."

She blushed and quickly moved back.

You're too green to mess with me!

After a brief encounter, Qin Huaiyu understood Liu Mingyue's personality. Just like her appearance, she had two faces. Perhaps due to the influence of the entertainment industry, she had a frivolous and witch-like demeanor, but in reality, a pure and innocent fairy resided in her heart.

"Haha, why are you shy?" He turned around and laughed.

Damn it, I've been tricked!

The little man is teasing me.

Liu Mingyue bit her lip lightly, feeling unwilling.

"What are you shy about? I'm not shy at all. I'm the one asking you for something."

"In that case, money and such are too mundane. Aren't you trying to make a name for yourself through poetry? Then compose one for me."

She loved poetry and only wanted to write one piece. As for her morbid interest, it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, but she never expected to get herself into trouble.

That's all the poetry is about?

Qin Huaiyu was speechless. He had thought he might have to pay a price, but he never expected that he wouldn't even be able to scratch the surface.

The world has a history of five thousand years, a time of great literary flourishing, and any poem you pick out is a timeless masterpiece.

This is an easy question.

Liu Mingyue, with her graceful figure and stunning beauty, is perfectly suited to a certain song.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, then cleared his throat and said:

"Clouds resemble her clothes, flowers resemble her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, and the dew is heavy."

"If we don't meet atop Mount Qunyu, we'll meet beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace."

The melodious voice, paired with the words, flowed into Liu Mingyue's ears like a sweet spring.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

Her clothes were like clouds, and her face was like a flower.

I met her atop Mount Qunyu, and beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace. Her beauty was like that of a fairy, a rare sight in the mortal world.

What a magnificent mountain range, what a beautiful terrace! This poem is truly a masterpiece.

Rare indeed, this is the work of someone who composed the masterpiece, "When Will the Moon Be Bright Again?"

He was truly exceptionally talented, even surpassing those pedantic literary giants.

Such talent is probably a once-in-a-century phenomenon.

However, this poem was written for me; he was talking about me…

Thinking of this, Liu Mingyue was very tempted and said:

"This poem was written for me, and I want to sign it so that it belongs solely to me."

A masterpiece is rare, and a masterpiece that will be remembered for eternity is even rarer. Moreover, it was written for herself. How could she not possess it? With this poem, she will surely be remembered in history.

Looking into that eager gaze, Qin Huaiyu could fully understand her feelings at that moment.

Thinking back to the history books of the past, how did the imperial concubine obtain this poem? It was because she begged Li Bai, Gao Lishi removed her boots, and Li Longji ordered that she could have this poem.

But it is precisely because of this that the beauty of the imperial concubine has been passed down through the ages and remains unforgettable.

This is the charm of poetry and prose; even in a different world, it still holds a significant position.

"It's feasible, then let's call it that, 'I have thoughts of observing the bright moon over the willows.'" He said this aloud, while his mind kept repeating it.

My apologies, my apologies!

May our ancestors forgive me; I borrowed your poem to express my gratitude, and had no intention of altering it.

Once it's done, I'll definitely get you a set of four items from the underworld.

Yes, I'll burn you a whole dragon too...

Upon hearing this, Liu Mingyue's beautiful face was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Looking at Qin Huaiyu, she really wanted to go up and thank him properly, but her inner pride held her back.

"I will not let this poem be buried; I will make sure your name spreads throughout the Great Wu territory."

Um, is this for me or for you?

Qin Huaiyu was too lazy to get entangled in this matter; it was already an exchange, and he had no right to interfere.

Right now, information is the most important thing.

"Mingyue, since you are satisfied with this poem, what about the Yan family?" he asked.

...How unromantic! What a waste of my feelings.

Liu Mingyue seemed to have been doused with cold water, instantly calming down. She glared at the instigator and said:

"There has been some news about the Yan family recently."

According to sources, monks from Wuliang Mountain have come to the Yan family's residence and have been staying for several days, seemingly plotting something, but the specifics are unknown.