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

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi's face showed disdain:

"What a pretentious act! But I absolutely don't believe it. Good lines of poetry are finalized without any revision? How is that possible!"

However, when Zhao Yinyin took the poem written by Chen Xuan and read a line, her eyes suddenly widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand, revealing a look of surprise.

During the first poem, Zhao Yinyin remained calm.

Judging from Zhao Yinyin's unusual behavior, Chen Xuan's poem this time will only be better than the last one.

"hateful."

The sharp-eyed Chen Zhi naturally noticed this scene as well. He dared not delay and raced against time to revise the poem.

He handed over the completed poem at the very last moment.

Zhen Mi followed closely behind, also handing over her own poem.

Zhao Yinyin read the two poems and nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing that Zhao Yinyin looked satisfied with his poetry, Chen Zhi immediately said:

"Miss Zhao, the three of us have all written poems on the theme of love. We ask you, Miss Zhao, to decide who is the ultimate winner, and who deserves to dance for you alone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present showed envy.

Regardless of who wins, the ultimate goal is to have a stunning beauty like Zhao Yinyin perform a solo dance.

For a man, that would be a life well-lived.

Zhao Yinyin looked at Chen Zhi and said, "Although the poems of the Seventh Prince and Young Master Lu are indeed remarkable, it's a pity that the Prince of Qin's poetry has reached another level. Therefore, the one who wins this poetry competition is the Prince of Qin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Long was the first to express his ecstatic joy:

"Excellent, Your Highness! You have won first place in this poetry competition. It is an honor for Miss Zhao to perform a dance for you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi's expression changed drastically:

"Since Miss Zhao believes that the King of Qin's poetry is so excellent, why not read it aloud and broaden everyone's horizons?"

Zhen Mi was not disappointed by her defeat; on the contrary, she became even more eager to see what kind of extraordinary poem Chen Xuan had written that would elicit such a high evaluation from Zhao Yinyin.

Whenever I listen to Chen Xuan's poems, it's like being bathed in a spring breeze, making me linger and immerse myself in them.

Zhao Yinyin recited:

"The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river's islet. A fair maiden, a gentleman's ideal. The watercress grows thick and thin, drifting left and right. A fair maiden, he seeks her waking and sleeping. Unable to obtain her, he longs for her day and night. Oh, how he longs, tossing and turning in his bed..."

As the poem was read aloud, the gentlemen and literati present were all deeply moved by its beautiful style.

"Your Highness, the King of Qin, is truly a literary genius descended to earth. Could such a poem be written by an ordinary person? Quickly copy it down. Once this poem is published, it will surely cause a great uproar in the literary world of the Great Jin Dynasty."

"This poem is beautifully written and movingly conceived. It is truly a perfect poem: 'The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river islet. A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections.'"

A look of shock appeared in Zhen Mi's eyes.

In fact, she already had a very strong romantic view of the King of Qin.

Even so, she could not have imagined that the King of Qin could compose such unparalleled verses.

This poem undoubtedly cemented his status as a towering figure in the literary world.

As for the Seventh Prince, compared to him, he was like a firefly vying for the moon's brilliance.

"Why, why was it he who wrote such poems, and not me?"

Although Chen Zhi was arrogant, he understood the level of Chen Xuan's poem.

Compared to such superb poetry, the poem he just wrote is full of flaws.

"Your Majesty's poetry is indeed remarkable; I am completely convinced," Chen Zhi said, his brows furrowed as he bowed to Chen Xuan.

Then, he left the Lido Building in a huff.

As Chen Zhi left, Wang Long grinned wickedly: "Your Highness, in the past three years, no one has been able to catch Miss Zhao's eye. Today, you are the first. Miss Zhao will be performing a dance for you later. May I watch it with you?"

Before Chen Xuan could speak, Zhao Yinyin walked over, glanced at Wang Long, and said, "Yinyin will only perform a dance for those whose poetry meets the required standard."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long couldn't help but show disappointment.

However, at least his brother-in-law received this honor.

It didn't make him jealous.

At this moment, Zhao Yinyin bowed to Chen Xuan and said, "Your Highness's poetry is exceptional, and I admire it greatly. As agreed, I will perform a dance for Your Highness tonight. Just tell me what Your Highness would like to see."

Zhao Yinyin's last sentence, in particular, made the gentry and literati in the hall extremely envious.

Doesn't that mean that whatever the King of Qin wants to see, Zhao Yinyin has to perform?

Writers love to fantasize, and suddenly everyone was frantically imagining and interpreting Zhao Yinyin's words.

But they also knew that Zhao Yinyin was being so humble.

It was not because of his identity as the King of Qin.

Rather, it was his two consecutive poems that had deeply impressed Zhao Yinyin.

So much so that this woman, whom other men could not have, was willing to dance for him unconditionally.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, your poetry is superb and meets Miss Zhao's standards. Since Miss Zhao wishes to perform a dance for Your Highness, a most private and elegant room is naturally required. I will arrange it immediately."

Upon seeing this, Yuxia quickly came over to make arrangements.

"Alright."

Chen Xuandao.

This perfectly aligns with Chen Xuan's inner thoughts.

After all, Zhao Yinyin will be wearing sexy clothes and dancing for him later.

He definitely needs a private place to calm down and immerse himself in the performance.

Just then, Zhen Mi walked over slowly and bowed to Chen Xuan: "Prince Qin's poetry is extraordinary. In today's contest, I... well, I, Lu, am completely convinced of my defeat. If there is another day, I would like to have another contest with Your Highness."

When Zhen Mi bowed again, Chen Xuan immediately noticed something was wrong.

He noticed that the scholar looked fair-skinned and thin, yet his chest was so full.

A glance revealed that his face was as white as jade, without any stubble.

This immediately made him doubt the person's gender.

He looked toward the Adam's apple and immediately realized that the other person didn't have one.

"Interesting. A woman disguised as a man? I'm quite curious about her identity," Chen Xuan thought to himself, but he didn't expose her. He looked at Zhen Mi and said, "May we meet again someday."

"Lu takes his leave."

After saying this, Zhen Mi slowly left.

She was escorted away by a group of guards.

Soon, led by Yuxia, Chen Xuan arrived at a private room.

The private room was decorated very luxuriously and was very spacious, with a bed and a table.

There is a stage in front of us.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. Yinyin is changing her clothes and will be there shortly."

At this moment, Yuxia arranged a pot of fine wine and some snacks for Chen Xuan, and said softly.

"Um."

Chen Xuan nodded, feeling a sense of déjà vu, like when he first went to a foot massage parlor in his past life to wait for a masseuse.

After a long while, Zhao Yinyin walked over slowly.

With silver bells adorning her ankles and her fair, jade-like legs as beautiful as scallions, her fiery figure came into view with each graceful step.

This was in stark contrast to Zhao Yinyin's attire when she was outside.

Is this still the same dignified goddess from just now?

Seeing the scene before him, Chen Xuan's breathing became heavier.