You were asked to impersonate the King of Qin, not to become emperor!

Wang Qingyi's expression turned serious when she heard that Chen Xuan wanted to compose a poem.

At this moment, civil officials and aristocratic groups from the court were all present.

These people are well-read and each possesses exceptional literary talent.

It's almost impossible to fool these people.

It’s over.

Wang Qingyi had already prepared to make the cut.

At this moment, Chen Xuan looked at Emperor Jin and said, "I would like to ask Your Majesty to give me a question."

"Haha..." Emperor Jin pondered for a moment and said, "Let's compose a poem on the theme of family and country."

When the Crown Prince saw that Chen Xuan had actually asked the Emperor of Jin to set a question, his eyes were full of contempt: "Even when death is imminent, you're still pretending?"

But he still added fuel to the fire for Chen Xuan, saying:

"I've long heard that my younger brother can compose a poem in seven steps, but I've never witnessed it before. Today, may I show you? What do you say?"

Emperor Jin had high expectations for the King of Qin.

Although they could see that the Crown Prince was deliberately making things difficult for them.

But I'm also really looking forward to seeing if this son can really be quick-witted and compose a poem in seven steps.

"Xuan'er, why don't you compose a poem in seven steps and let me and my ministers appreciate it?"

Chen Xuan laughed and said, "What's so difficult about that?"

Having said that, he took a step forward, and then took another step forward.

Crown Prince Chen Heng counted Chen Xuan's steps and blurted out, "One step, two steps now."

In the third step, Chen Xuan eloquently recited:

"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on. Do not laugh at me, drunk and fallen on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?"

The poem was recited, and the civil officials who had originally intended to use it to make things difficult for the group were completely stunned.

The quality of this poem far surpasses that of the King of Qin's previous works.

It is no exaggeration to call it a timeless masterpiece.

The Great Jin Dynasty was founded on military strength and was a typical cultural desert.

Even if we take out Emperor Qianlong's "Flying Snow," it would still be considered a top-tier work.

"Xuan'er has excellent literary talent; her poetry has improved considerably..."

After Emperor Jin finished speaking, he glanced at his personal eunuch beside him and said, "Quickly, write down every single word of the King of Qin's poem."

The personal eunuch quickly brought pen and ink to record it.

Wang Qingyi, standing to the side, was clearly taken aback by Chen Xuan's poem and didn't know what to do.

She glanced at Chen Xuan in surprise, thinking to herself:

"You underestimated him! A beggar can casually utter such a timeless line!"

At that moment, a huge weight was lifted from Wang Qingyi's heart.

Chen Xuan was secretly pleased. Was poetry really that difficult?

As a time traveler, all you need to do is plagiarize!

"Father, have you enjoyed yourself? Your son has an even better song. Would you like to hear it?" Chen Xuan asked.

Upon hearing this, the Jin Emperor was visibly taken aback.

In his view, this poem has reached its pinnacle.

However, the King of Qin said there was something even better?

"Um."

Emperor Jin smiled and nodded.

Chen Xuan continued reciting: "Carved and hammered from the deep mountains, it faces the raging fire with indifference. It fears not being ground to powder or shattered body, for it only wishes to leave its purity in the world."

"What a fine line: I fear not being ground to powder and shattered bones, as long as my integrity remains in the world."

Emperor Jin clapped his hands in delight, unable to contain his excitement.

At this moment, the Minister of Cultural Relics praised Chen Xuan highly.

Especially civil officials and aristocratic families, who have been scholarly for centuries, are the ones who can best understand the significance of these two poems.

"Impossible! How could he possibly compose such a famous line!" Chen Heng's face was solemn, and his brows were furrowed into a deep frown.

Noticing Chen Heng's serious expression, Chen Xuan immediately asked, "Brother, why are you so frowning? Is it because my poem is not good?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jin glanced back and saw Chen Heng's expression, and immediately reprimanded him:

"As the crown prince, instead of cultivating your character and pursuing your studies, you have become degenerate and dissolute all day long. What kind of behavior is this! If you had even half of the King of Qin's qualities, I would be at ease with you."

In front of all the civil and military officials, Emperor Jin gave Chen Heng a severe dressing-down.

Chen Heng clenched his fists, though he was seething with hatred inside, he still feigned a smile and said, "Your Majesty's poetry is astonishing; in the future, you must teach your elder brother!"

His gaze met Chen Xuan's, clearly indicating a contest.

Little did they know, this scene was being witnessed by the Jin Emperor.

Emperor Jin glanced at Chen Heng and Zhang Xianzhao, and said coldly, "The Prince of Qin has now proven himself. If you dare to slander him again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Having said that, he turned and left!

Upon seeing Emperor Jin leave, Chen Heng's face turned ashen.

The Emperor of Jin's words were very clear: he was completely disappointed in him.

Chen Heng was filled with fear. If he didn't find a way to check and balance the power, he feared he would lose his position as crown prince.

"Your Majesty, it is late. The Princess and I are going to our room to rest, so we will not see you off."

Chen Xuan yawned and then went into the room with Wang Qingyi.

"Something's not right! Something's not right!"

Chen Heng frowned deeply, filled with resentment.

Seeing the civil and military officials disperse, he had no choice but to leave in resentment.

Inside the sleeping quarters.

The candlelight was bright.

Wang Qingyi's stunningly beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror, breathtakingly beautiful.

"How did you do that? A beggar, composing such a famous poem so casually? It's unbelievable!"

Clearly, Wang Qingyi was quite puzzled by Chen Xuan's performance just now.

"Are you confused? How about we make a deal?" Chen Xuan asked with a smile.

"What kind of deal?"

"Give me a kiss, or shall we do it again? I'll tell you how I did it!" Chen Xuan lewdly said.

Recalling the rough treatment he had received from Chen Xuan.

Wang Qingyi's heart skipped a beat; she already had a psychological aversion to this guy!

If Emperor Jin and the Minister of Cultural Relics hadn't been so impatient, they don't know how long this guy would have bullied them!

"Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing."

"But what do you plan to do with the King of Qin's body? We can't just leave it in a dark room forever! It's summer now; in three to five days at most, the stench will become unbearable!"

Wang Qingyi frowned deeply.

Since he has already managed to deceive everyone in matters of poetry and prose.

But the most pressing issue now is dealing with the King of Qin's corpse!

"What's so difficult about that? It's just dealing with corpses, isn't that my old job?"

As the head of China's intelligence agency, destroying evidence is the most basic skill!

Chen Xuan's casual remark immediately set Wang Qingyi on high alert.

"Do you kill people often?"

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Aren't you curious how I'll dispose of the King of Qin's body?"

Wang Qingyi was puzzled by Chen Xuan's identity. Was he really a beggar?

But at this moment, the most pressing concern is how to deal with the King of Qin's body!

"How should we handle this?"

Wang Qingyi frowned and asked.

"That's easy. Use a sharp blade to cut the body apart, and use lime to absorb and wipe away the bloodstains."

The meat was chopped into small pieces and mixed into the feed for the horses and hunting dogs. The royal herd and hunting dogs devoured it all in a few days!

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he sized up Wang Qingyi's hot figure.

Wearing a red silk dress, with her curves accentuated in the front and back, her perfect figure looked like it came from a lot of gym workouts.

Chen Xuan grinned mischievously, "I'll dispose of the body, I promise I won't leave a trace. But you have to grant me one request!"

"What are your requirements?"

Seeing the greed in Chen Xuan's eyes, Wang Qingyi immediately sensed something was wrong!

"I'm going to sleep with my head on your feet tonight!" Chen Xuan said.