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

"it is good."

Chen Xuan got up and followed Wang Long into the hall.

At this moment, the gentry and scholars have all gathered in the hall.

These people were all prominent figures in the capital, each with a deep-rooted family background; some were incredibly wealthy, while others wielded immense power in the court.

Among them were several princes.

However, these were all illegitimate children, and Chen Xuan did not recognize them.

Suddenly, a fair-skinned, very delicate-looking man caught Chen Xuan's attention.

Behind him followed several guards, all of whom exuded heroic spirit. Chen Xuan could sense that these guards were top-tier individuals.

The fact that he could make these experts willingly become his guards suggests that he must have some real strength.

"The men of the Great Jin are all rugged and manly, but this young master looks more like a woman," Chen Xuan couldn't help but remark.

Wang Long quickly said, "I don't know this person either. He should be from out of town. Although all the men in the Great Jin Dynasty are virile, there are always some weak young masters among the powerful clans."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan had no doubts and walked directly to the front seat in the hall.

Knowing Chen Xuan's identity, Yu Xia immediately arranged the head seat for him.

At that moment, the fair-skinned young man also noticed Chen Xuan.

He glanced at Chen Xuan briefly before looking away.

"Miss Zhao Yinyin has arrived."

At this moment, Yuxia gave a soft shout, and the entire venue instantly fell silent, with everyone's eyes focused upwards.

The next moment, Zhao Yinyin, dressed in a pink dress, slowly walked over.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness, and she had a hot figure with a prominent bust and buttocks, and her skin was as white as mutton fat jade.

Adorned with a hairpin and dressed in gorgeous attire, with a thin veil covering her face, she exudes an ethereal fairy-like aura.

"It's Miss Zhao. I've heard that her palm dance is famous throughout the world. Miss Zhao hasn't danced for anyone for three years. Let's see if anyone's poetry can move her tonight."

"She's like a fairy descended from heaven! Her figure is absolutely stunning! I've seen countless women, but I've never seen such a beauty!"

"To be able to discuss poetry and literature with such a stunning beauty as Miss Zhao is an honor for us scholars. To have this opportunity in this life is enough to make me feel completely fulfilled!"

At this moment, sitting opposite him was the Seventh Prince, Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi was an illegitimate son of the Jin emperor, but he was well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age and wrote excellent poems, which were known throughout the land.

Because he was born out of wedlock, he had very little political influence in the court and among the people, but in the literary world, he was an absolute titan.

At this moment, Chen Zhi also noticed Chen Xuan.

He had long heard that Chen Xuan was also an excellent poet, but given his arrogance, he had never taken Chen Xuan's poetry seriously.

They believed that Chen Xuan stood at the center of power, and that his so-called literary reputation was nothing more than something created by people trying to curry favor with him.

"This is a good opportunity. I, the prince, will defeat him in poetry in front of everyone and make Zhao Yinyin dance for me! He is just lucky to be the eldest son of the emperor. In terms of real talent, how can he compare with me?" Chen Zhi glanced at Chen Zhi, his heart filled with disdain.

"Your Highness, this poetry gathering is a gathering of literary figures, but the best in terms of literary talent is undoubtedly the Seventh Prince. His poetry has reached its pinnacle, and even Zhao Yinyin has admired him for a long time."

"The Seventh Prince never shows his face, but his appearance today will likely cause a major upheaval in the literary world of the Great Jin! Oh, by the way, I heard that the Seventh Prince intends to compete for the position of son-in-law with the Zhen family of Ji Province. His talent is a perfect match for the scholarly family of Zhen!"

Wang Long sat next to Chen Xuan and spoke to him.

At first, Chen Xuan didn't care. Even if a mere illegitimate son was exceptionally talented, he was not in the center of power and posed no threat to him.

However, upon hearing that the Seventh Prince intended to compete for the position of son-in-law in the Zhen family of Jizhou, Chen Xuan immediately became alarmed.

Marrying Zhen Mi was, in itself, a political struggle.

Although he usually appears to be unassuming and unambitious, this one decision alone reveals his true nature.

It wasn't that he didn't care about the position of heir apparent; rather, he had been harboring ambitions and waiting patiently to make his move.

In power struggles, those who lie low are often the most dangerous.

"Hasn't the fox's tail been revealed? Heh, wanting to compete for the Zhen family's son-in-law in Ji Province, I'd like to see if this good younger brother is qualified!" Chen Xuan said coldly.

"Has Your Highness also realized that the Seventh Prince is vying for the throne?"

Wang Long immediately understood the implication: Chen Xuan had already regarded the Seventh Prince as a political rival.

However, since the Langya Wang clan is tied to the Qin Prince's mansion, Wang Long naturally hopes that the Qin Prince will win in the Zhen family's selection of a son-in-law, thereby gaining political capital.

Chen Xuan sneered, "I'm not a fool. His ambition may fool others, but it can't fool me. Perfect, I'll take advantage of this poetry gathering to have a go at him."

Seeing that he had already aroused Chen Xuan's hostility towards the Seventh Prince, Wang Long felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

As Chen Xuan's brother-in-law, his job was to broaden Chen Xuan's horizons and remove political obstacles.

Now that Chen Xuan has decided to deal with the Seventh Prince, he and the Langya Wang Clan will firmly support him.

"Miss, this man is the Seventh Prince. He is exceptionally talented in literature, writes excellent poems, and is also very handsome. He is still unmarried. What do you think of him, Miss?"

At this moment, the old servant beside the fair-skinned young man suddenly spoke.

The fair-skinned young man glanced at the man and said indifferently, "I have heard of Chen Zhi's reputation, and I have also read his poems and essays; they are indeed remarkable."

"However, the selection of a son-in-law will still be based on the family's assessment. Although I think he's quite good, whether he passes the assessment depends on his abilities!"

The day for choosing a son-in-law is drawing ever closer.

Zhen Mi was getting more and more nervous. In half a month, she would have to decide who the man she would marry would be.

Out of curiosity, Zhen Mi would often visit places where scholars gathered to investigate.

"Since Miss likes it, I'm sure the Seventh Prince won't disappoint her," the old servant said.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Mi couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

This man is extremely talented and handsome; marrying him would not be a bad thing for her.

"I am deeply grateful to everyone for gathering here to participate in the poetry gathering organized by Yinyin. The gathering will first select the top three, and then choose the best among the top three!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yinyin spoke, her voice as beautiful as heavenly music, captivating all the scholars present.

However, the fact that the top three had to be selected in the first round disappointed many writers.

This place is a gathering place for literary figures; to get into the top three is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"This poetry gathering will focus on composing poems about the moon! Everyone can write their poems on paper, and Yinyin will select the top three to read aloud for everyone," Zhao Yinyin said tactfully.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yinyin lit the incense and said, "We only have the time it takes for one incense stick to burn, so everyone hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi glanced at Chen Xuan and sneered, "Only the top three? Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan, it's still uncertain whether you can even make it into the top three!"