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

Emperor Jin gazed upon his officials and solemnly declared:

"I will personally preside over this selection of a son-in-law for the Zhen family of Jizhou. The questions will be set by members of the Zhen family, and I hope that all those who are participating will be well prepared."

"Is it finally starting?"

Chen Feng's heart stirred; he was determined to win this son-in-law selection.

He even took a step forward and said to Emperor Jin:

"Father, when Lady Zhen poses the question, I wish to be the first to answer."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jin, unusually, praised Chen Feng:

"That's good. With that kind of confidence, it seems you've been working hard these past few days."

Chen Feng was overjoyed.

Once Lady Zhen sets the question, he only needs to recite the poem according to the answer to attract the attention of all the officials, win the selection of a son-in-law, and gain the favor of Emperor Jin.

Suddenly, Zhen Mi stepped forward and said to Emperor Jin, "Your Majesty, my father and I discussed this last night and felt that the existing test questions were insufficient to select a truly talented son-in-law. Therefore, we believe that setting impromptu questions is the best way to test someone's abilities."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Lie, the head of the Zhen family, immediately stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I believe my daughter is right. To ensure fairness in the selection of a son-in-law, I humbly request Your Majesty to provide a topic for the participants to compose poems based on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the elders who had been colluding with Chen Feng suddenly changed.

The reason for this was that after Zhen Mi received Chen Xuan's letter, she privately discussed countermeasures with Zhen Lie.

Finally, it was unanimously decided that it would be most appropriate for the Emperor of Jin to set the questions, and no one else could find fault with that.

Chen Feng's previous actions were all in vain.

As expected, when the Emperor of Jin heard that he was to set a question, he pondered for a moment and then said:

"In that case, let's write a poem on the theme of Zhen Mi's appearance and figure. Whoever writes the best poem will be the ultimate winner."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Feng's face immediately darkened.

"That damned Elder Zhen, he accepted bribes from me and then changed the topic at the last minute! Is he trying to kill me? Does he want me to lose face in front of all the officials?"

"Feng'er, you just said you wanted to be the first to answer, and I granted your request. Do you have any ideas?" Emperor Jin looked at Chen Feng and said loudly.

All the officials turned their gaze to Chen Feng, praising, "Sixth Prince's confidence suggests he is well-versed in literature. We await the Sixth Prince's poem."

Although some officials were puzzled, Chen Feng's poetry skills were usually weak, so why was he so confident today?

At this point, everyone watched with curiosity.

"Damn it, I can't write poetry at all, I'm doomed."

Chen Feng frowned and said, "But since I've already made that promise, no matter what the poem is like, I have to set an example."

Clearing his throat, Chen Feng recited:

"A stunning red dress, a large bust, an exquisite face that captivates all, graceful steps, a swaying hips—the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Even composing this poem took Chen Feng a lot of effort.

He believed that this level was his highest achievement, and that the Emperor of Jin would surely be satisfied.

As a result, when he finished reciting the poem, all the civil and military officials were petrified on the spot.

Even the civil service group that wanted to forcibly whitewash him and elevate the meaning of his poem could not find a reason to whitewash the poem at this moment, which was an extremely high achievement.

Although Emperor Jin was a military emperor, he was not a fool.

"puff……"

When Chen Xuan heard this poem, he almost lost his composure.

He glanced around and noticed that Zhen Mi's expression was solemn. She felt insulted by Chen Feng's writing about her.

All the civil and military officials, like him, forcibly suppressed their laughter.

"Get out of here."

Emperor Jin glared at Chen Feng and said angrily, "Seeing your confidence, I thought you had worked hard these past few days. Who would have thought you would make fun of me like this? You are truly hopeless."

The phrase "a piece of mud can't be plastered on a wall" in particular sent a shiver down Chen Feng's spine, who was solely focused on vying for the throne.

This is clearly a sign of extreme disappointment!

"Damn the Zhen family, how dare they mislead me!" Chen Feng's face stiffened, and he had no choice but to obediently walk off the stage.

Prince Chen Heng of Jin, who was watching from below, had a gloomy face and angrily cursed:

"Didn't this good-for-nothing claim he was determined to win? Yet he composed such verses, infuriating Father Emperor and wasting the opportunity to marry into the Zhen family."

Chen Heng, limping, looked at Chen Zhi not far away and thought to himself:

"I hope he can defeat Chen Xuan today. Even if it means a marriage alliance with the Zhen family, it would be better than the King of Qin..."

Chen Heng knew that Chen Zhi was truly talented.

Although he lost to Chen Xuan at Lido Tower.

But I heard that in the past two weeks, Chen Zhi has been visiting literary bigwigs everywhere, and his poetic talent has made great progress.

Moreover, the topic set by Emperor Jin this time was one that Chen Zhi was good at.

"It's all up to you..."

Chen Heng sighed.

Next, each of the princes went up on stage and composed a poem on the theme of Zhen Mi's appearance and figure.

But after the princes composed poems...

The civil officials and gentry sitting to the side making their judgments couldn't help but shake their heads.

Clearly, they are quite talented in writing.

However, the level is far from being impressive.

"Next up is the Seventh Prince, Chen Zhi."

The eunuch's voice slowly rang out.

Chen Zhi had been thinking for a long time as everyone went on stage.

He had already finished the entire poem, and immediately went up to Zhen Mi, gazing at her intently as he said:

"In her gilded chamber, she possesses a jade-like beauty, her slender waist drooping like willow smoke. Her starry eyes, like dewdrops reflecting autumn waters, are framed by distant mountain clouds against her snow-white skin. Her silken sleeves flutter in the breeze, her graceful steps accompanied by the moon. A noble family naturally possesses captivating beauty, her fragrance blooming without the need for rouge."

Upon hearing this poem, the civil officials and gentry present were all greatly alarmed.

This poem shows that Chen Zhi's poetic talent had greatly improved, and he vividly described Zhen Mi's appearance.

This poem, when considered within the context of the Jin Dynasty, represents an extremely high level of skill.

"The Sixth Prince's poem is a masterpiece, every word a gem, truly admirable."

Even the officials who were making the evaluation were nodding in satisfaction, clearly showing their approval of Chen Zhi.

"Good news! My son is exceptionally talented and eloquent, truly living up to my expectations." Emperor Jin couldn't help but praise Chen Zhi.

At this moment, Chen Zhi felt extremely relieved; his efforts over the past two weeks had finally paid off.

He didn't believe that Chen Xuan could compose better poems than him.

Zhen Mi's poetic talent was no less than Chen Zhi's, and when he saw that Chen Zhi had produced a poem that far surpassed his own level, he was immediately filled with fear.

The man she loved was the King of Qin, whom she had already made her man, and who even gave her his virginity.

If Chen Zhi wins this husband selection, she will be in an awkward situation.

When her relationship with the man she loved ended, she might even become Chen Xuan's enemy, along with the Zhen family of Jizhou, due to their differing stances.

The thought of this made Zhen Mi feel as if her heart was being torn apart.

However, at this moment, Chen Zhi looked at Chen Xuan.

It was as if she was holding onto the grievances she had suffered at the Lido Hotel, and was now demanding repayment from Chen Xuan.

"Now that everyone has finished their poems, we have long heard of the King of Qin's exceptional poetic talent. Are you capable of composing a poem of this caliber?"

In front of all the civil and military officials, Chen Zhi publicly provoked them.