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

Everyone immediately understood the meaning behind the Seventh Prince's words.

This is clearly a questioning of the King of Qin's talent and learning.

"If Seventh Prince has any objections, then in the next round of the competition, you shall set the questions, how about that?"

Chen Xuan did not take Chen Zhi's provocation seriously.

Since he's not convinced, then crush his confidence completely in front of everyone.

Upon hearing that Chen Xuan had asked him to set a question.

Chen Zhi couldn't help but sneer inwardly. In his view, Chen Xuan had simply known the question in advance.

Moreover, this poem may have been written by someone else...

If he were to set the questions himself, he would definitely be exposed.

At that time, the carefully cultivated persona of the King of Qin will be shattered by his guess.

"As Your Majesty says, let me see whether Your Majesty's poetry is truly of such high quality, or if there is another reason."

At this moment, Chen Zhi frowned deeply, his face ashen, thinking to himself:

"Chen Xuan, since you've chosen to humiliate yourself, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard that Chen Xuan had actually asked the Seventh Prince to set the questions.

What kind of confidence does it take to have such a strong foundation?

This immediately brought the atmosphere of the poetry gathering to its peak.

The two princes were competing against each other at Zhao Yinyin's poetry gathering.

This is a kind of excitement that you would never normally see.

"How about writing a poem on the theme of love?"

Chen Zhi looked at Chen Xuan.

He deliberately avoided themes of national heroes and heroic spirit.

After all, the King of Qin was exceptionally talented in both military and political affairs, and had a deep understanding of this.

However, I have never seen him write any poems or essays related to love.

As a romantic scholar and prince, love was Chen Zhi's forte.

His love poems were so moving that they were admired by women all over the world.

"Damn, this seventh prince is shameless! He actually wants to compete with the prince in writing love poems? The prince is busy governing the country and training the army every day, how could he have the mind to study these things?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Long frowned and complained about the Seventh Prince's shamelessness.

But it was the King of Qin who took the initiative to ask the Seventh Prince to set the questions.

Now that the Seventh Prince has set a difficult question, no one can find fault with him.

"Your Highness, why bother showing any magnanimity to this kind of person? Why not just slap him in the face with poetry?"

Wang Long complained.

Not only Wang Long complained, but the scholars around him also felt that the King of Qin had a great vision, while the Seventh Prince seemed to be a sore loser.

Chen Zhi didn't care about what others thought; he just wanted to trample Chen Xuan into the mud in front of everyone.

He pressed on, "What? Does Your Majesty intend to back out again?"

This question only fueled the envy of everyone present.

However, because he was a prince, he dared not retaliate.

Seeing Chen Zhi pressing her so aggressively, Zhen Mi frowned and muttered to herself:

"The Seventh Prince actually used his strengths to compete with the King of Qin's weaknesses. Such behavior, even if he wins, will be utterly dishonorable."

At the same time, she was filled with anticipation for Chen Xuan.

If the King of Qin really could write poems on the theme of love, would they be as captivating as the poem above?

Moreover, she genuinely hopes that the King of Qin will win the selection of a son-in-law in half a month.

"Love is the simplest subject. How could I, your brother, have married Wang Qingyi, the most talented woman of all time, and also intend to take Zhen Mi, the pearl of the Zhen family in Jizhou, without some talent?"

Chen Xuan smiled at Chen Zhi and said confidently.

Is Chen Zhi not delusional, hoping to win Zhen Mi's hand and using the Zhen family of Ji Province as a springboard to compete with him for the throne?

Very well, he marked Zhen Mi as his woman in front of the literati and scholars at the poetry gathering.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi was furious, but dared not retaliate.

He was merely a son of a concubine of the Jin Emperor, of low status, and had no right to compete with Chen Xuan.

This time, they were just using poetry as a pretext to attack him.

"Your Majesty is truly talented. In that case, I will light incense and candles. After one incense stick has burned, whoever among you, me, and Brother Lu Shuang can compose the best poem on this topic will be the winner of this poetry gathering."

Chen Zhi suppressed his anger, but his voice still carried obvious resentment.

At this moment, Zhen Mi's heart was filled with complex emotions.

She was still an unmarried woman, yet the King of Qin had marked her as his woman?

If it were someone else, she might be furious about it.

For some reason, being marked by Chen Xuan's domineering presence filled her with a strong sense of anticipation.

"Miss, why are you blushing?"

The old servant beside her noticed Zhen Mi's expression and couldn't help but say something.

Zhen Mi then came to her senses and quickly said, "I'm fine. Grind the inkstone; I need to compose a poem."

As the three began composing poems, the crowd buzzed with discussion.

"I've heard that the Seventh Prince's love poems are unparalleled. But judging from the poem the King of Qin just composed, its level is unprecedented. Who do you think will be the winner among the three this time?"

"Is there even a question? It's definitely the Seventh Prince. If it were a grand theme like national heroism, the King of Qin would undoubtedly win. But romantic love and delicate emotions are not the King of Qin's forte."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Chen Xuan calmly looked at Wang Long and said, "Grind the powder."

Wang Long was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Chen Xuan's confident expression, she immediately helped him grind the powder.

After all, Chen Xuan himself just said that he was clearly confident of winning.

This forced Wang Long to re-evaluate him.

"The King of Qin's talent far exceeds my imagination. No wonder the King of Jin and the Sixth Prince have always suffered losses in their struggles against him," Wang Long sighed inwardly.

"Look, the King of Qin has started writing! Just like last time, he didn't even have time to think before he started writing!"

Suddenly someone spoke.

Everyone's eyes turned to Chen Xuan.

At this moment, Chen Zhi and Zhen Mi were both pondering their ideas and had not yet put pen to paper when the King of Qin had already picked up his pen and started writing.

Chen Zhi's gaze shifted over, his eyes instantly filled with jealousy. He thought to himself, "Impossible! This was a randomly selected question. How could he not think before writing it down? He must be bluffing!"

At the same time, Chen Zhi made up his mind and repeatedly scrutinized the words.

This is his last chance, and he will never allow himself to lose to Chen Xuan.

At this moment, Zhen Mi looked at Chen Xuan, her heart filled with anticipation:

"As expected, he is still no match for me. This time, he will surely write a timeless masterpiece. I should also strive to write excellent verses so that I can reach a level of harmony with his soul."

Just as Zhen Mi and Chen Zhi put down their pens.

Chen Xuan suddenly stood up and handed the poem he had written to Zhao Yinyin.

"Finished writing."

These three simple words were like a thunderclap, startling everyone and causing their expressions to change drastically.

Zhao Yinyin looked at Chen Xuan and said, "Your Majesty, the incense and candles have only been lit for a short time. You still have time to refine and revise them."

Chen Xuan laughed:

"Good poems are all written in one go. When I write a poem, it is always a final draft. I never have the habit of revising it halfway through, because that would lose the spirit of the poem."

A simple sentence, yet it slapped the faces of all the intellectuals present in the face.

In their view, good poems are all the result of layers of revision.

However, Chen Xuan told them that he had already drafted a final version.