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

Although everyone thought Chen Xuan's poetry was extremely amazing.

But when Chen Zhi's poem was published, even he, and everyone else, had lost all hope.

It was almost assumed that Chen Zhi was the chosen son-in-law for the Zhen family this time.

Absolutely no one can rival his poetry.

Chen Xuan glanced at Chen Zhi indifferently and said, "In terms of diction, this poem is far inferior. In terms of artistic conception, it is no different from a folk rhyme."

Upon hearing this, everyone present showed expressions of shock.

Chen Zhi's poems are outstanding among all poets, and are absolutely unshakeable masterpieces.

The King of Qin publicly belittled Chen Zhi's poems as worthless.

"Brother, you certainly have a lot of nerve! If you can't produce a poem that surpasses mine, wouldn't you make a fool of yourself?"

Chen Zhi sneered.

In his view, the more arrogant Chen Xuan was at this moment, the more advantageous it would be for him.

It would make the Jin emperor think that he was inferior in skill and yet dared to make boastful claims.

Chen Zhi's improved poetic talent has made him certain of his victory this time.

"How can the King of Qin lack such magnanimity? This poem clearly portrays Zhen Mi perfectly; it's an absolutely superb piece of poetry, yet it's being belittled like this. Perhaps it's out of jealousy!"

"Isn't this poem ornate enough? Isn't its imagery sufficient? Did I hear that right? How can someone be so arrogant!"

Everyone was talking about it.

The civil officials who made the ruling shook their heads, feeling that Chen Xuan was just bluffing.

Chen Xuan glanced at Chen Zhi dismissively and said, "Don't worry, you're the one making a fool of yourself. How can the light of a firefly compare to the brilliance of the moon?"

Seeing Chen Xuan compare him to a firefly, Chen Zhi suppressed his anger and said:

"Since Your Majesty is so confident, please recite your poem and broaden our horizons..."

Chen Xuan stood on the stage, his gaze fixed on Zhen Mi.

Zhen Mi smiled as she looked at Chen Xuan.

Everyone could see that the man Zhen Mi was in love with was undoubtedly Chen Xuan.

This was a great pity for everyone.

It seems this couple cannot happily stay together.

Chen Zhi's poetry is undoubtedly the pinnacle.

It is impossible for any work to surpass this poem.

After a long silence, Chen Xuan calmly spoke: "In the third year of the Huangchu era, I went to the capital and returned by crossing the Luo River. The ancients said that the goddess of this river was named Mi Fei. Inspired by Song Yu's tale of the goddess and the King of Chu, I composed this poem. Its words are as follows..."

The crowd, who had initially been dismissive, were instantly captivated by Chen Xuan's poetry.

The Emperor of Jin listened intently, his gaze focused.

"I never imagined that the King of Qin's poetry had reached such a level."

Thinking of this, Emperor Jin was very much looking forward to what would happen next.

He didn't want to spare a single thought, only wanting to appreciate Chen Xuan's poems and prose.

"Her form is graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon. Her beauty shines like autumn chrysanthemums, her elegance like spring pines. She appears as if light clouds veil the moon, as if swirling snowflakes drift in the wind. From afar, she shines like the rising sun amidst the morning glow. Up close, she is as radiant as a lotus emerging from clear water. Her figure is perfectly proportioned, neither too slender nor too plump. Her shoulders are like those of a sculpted figure, her waist as slender as a silken thread. Her neck is long and graceful, her skin fair and radiant."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked and paled.

Previously, Chen Xuan said that Chen Zhi's poems and prose were far inferior in terms of diction and artistic conception.

They had previously thought Chen Xuan was just boasting.

But now, judging from his poems and essays, the language is indeed beautiful and the diction is gorgeous.

Such a poem uses so many fancy words.

Moreover, he wrote this poem in a very short time.

Such talent is unparalleled in the world.

Although civil officials such as Zhang Xianzhao were Chen Xuan's political enemies.

At this moment, I was also immersed in Chen Xuan's poems and prose, marveling at Chen Xuan's literary skills.

After a long while, the poem was slowly recited.

The entire room fell silent.

The emergence of this poem undoubtedly raised the ceiling of Jin Dynasty literature to an untouchable level.

"This poem is so beautiful. But it was actually written by the King of Qin."

Chen Zhi's eyes revealed resentment.

But he also knew that it wasn't that his poems were bad.

Rather, it was Chen Xuan's poetic talent that had reached an extraordinary level.

"Let's name this poem 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,'" Chen Xuan said.

"What a brilliant 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'! Its name is the finishing touch; without this poem, the literary world of the Great Jin Dynasty would be plunged into eternal darkness. The King of Qin is truly the greatest poet of our Great Jin!"

"Only today's encounter has shown me the limits of my literary skill. After thirty years of writing, I am now completely convinced."

All the civil officials and gentry present praised Chen Xuan's poem.

Zhen Mi looked at Chen Xuan with tears streaming down her face.

What merit did she possess to deserve such exquisite verses written for her...

Such a favor is extremely damaging to noble ladies from aristocratic families.

Seeing the admiration in everyone before him, Chen Xuan thought to himself:

"This poem was originally written by Cao Zhi for Lady Zhen. It makes perfect sense to dedicate it to Zhen Mi in this world now."

"Damn it, the King of Qin actually wrote such a good poem. Now Zhen Mi has really been snatched away by him. Losing the marriage alliance with the Zhen family of Ji Province is very disadvantageous for us." King Chen Heng of Jin frowned solemnly.

Chen Feng's face twisted in disbelief. He had hoped to make a name for himself today, but Chen Xuan had stolen all the limelight.

Yet, she herself made such a fool of herself in such an important occasion.

Although the outcome is already clear.

At this moment, everyone is waiting for the final result.

Sure enough, after some discussion, the civil officials who made the decision had reached an answer.

"I hereby declare that the most outstanding poem in this collection is the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River by the King of Qin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhen Mi's face lit up with ecstasy.

Chen Zhi was originally enjoying unparalleled fame, and Zhen Mi thought that her relationship with the King of Qin was about to end.

Unexpectedly, a poem titled "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" amazed the world.

"Your Majesty, my Zhen family has no bearing on this selection of a son-in-law. Since the Prince of Qin has already won, I urge Your Majesty to hold the wedding for the two of them as soon as possible."

Zhen Lie was clearly very satisfied with Chen Xuan.

Moreover, Chen Xuan was both the regent and the cavalry commander in the court.

Although the group behind him was not as powerful as the Prince of Jin.

But everyone knows that his abilities absolutely qualify him as a great ruler.

He was far superior to any prince.

It was an honor for Mrs. Zhen to have her daughter marry such a man.

Emperor Jin himself hoped to expedite the marriage alliance with the Zhen family. Upon hearing this, he excitedly announced, "Since the King of Qin has won, the wedding ceremony for the King of Qin and Zhen Mi will be held in half a month. At that time, the whole country will celebrate together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan immediately knelt down: "Thank you, Father Emperor."

As a scholar, Chen Zhi loved beautiful women the most, and Zhen Mi was undoubtedly the woman who best matched his ultimate fantasy in his life.

Watching helplessly as Chen Xuan snatched away such a woman, his beloved woman about to don the phoenix coronet and wedding robes, moaning in another man's bed, bearing another man's child, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

puff.

Chen Zhi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked to see this: "What's wrong with the Seventh Prince? Perhaps he can't accept the victory of the Prince of Qin and is consumed by anger. Imperial Physician, quickly summon the Imperial Physician..."