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

Inside Qinghe Garden.

The air was filled with the fragrance of lotus blossoms, and Chen Xuan followed Lu Yan into the area.

Everywhere one looked, there were elegantly dressed ladies of the capital.

This is what is known as the circle of wealthy women in Beijing.

The families to which these people belong possess terrifying power in the Great Jin Dynasty.

"Don't reveal my identity later, or I won't cooperate with you in the poetry contest with them."

Chen Xuan came this time to find out the hunting competition and the movements of the Prince of Jin.

He also knew that Lu Yan needed his help and he would definitely agree.

"Alright, as long as you can beat them and help me save face, I'll do whatever you say," Lu Yan said impatiently.

Immediately afterwards, she blended into the group of noblewomen, her every move displaying her nobility.

"The talented Zhen family of Jizhou is struggling financially. With Sister Yan here today, I'm afraid they'll lose to us again."

The speaker was a plump woman, about thirty-eight years old, dressed in blue.

"Don't be so absolute. You're probably going to lose this time." Lu Yan brought Chen Xuan with her this time, and she was full of confidence.

The lady in blue glanced at Chen Xuan following behind Lu Yan, noticing his tall and imposing figure, though he wore a mask. She wondered, "This scholar looks quite handsome, but he's wearing a mask. Could it be…?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ladies present all looked on with gossipy eyes.

Most noblewomen in the capital had the habit of keeping male concubines.

Although they were of noble status, the husbands they married were either old, busy with official duties, or always having affairs.

This results in them appearing glamorous on the outside, but actually feeling very lonely inside.

"Don't talk nonsense, just tell me what we're competing in this time?" Lu Yan's face flushed red as she quickly denied it.

"Don't be in such a hurry. This time, a great beauty from the capital has arrived. She is the wife of the Vice Minister of Works, and is extremely talented. I'm sure you've heard of her poems, Sister Yan," said the lady in blue.

Lu Yan frowned when this person was mentioned.

This person was born into the Bai family of Yongzhou. Her name was Bai Huanhuan. She was an absolute beauty, and her poetry and prose were all top-notch.

However, the thought of Chen Xuan's presence greatly reduced his apprehension.

"Oh? I'm quite interested in meeting this Bai Huanhuan today," Lu Yan suddenly said.

"Haha, Sister Yan is truly confident today." With that, the blue-clad noblewoman glanced at Chen Xuan and said, "Sister Yan's confidence... could it be this scholar?"

"Sister Bai will be here soon. The sisters are all quite curious about Sister Yan's poetic talent."

The ladies present were all stunningly beautiful.

This greatly surprised Chen Xuan; it was even more alluring than the Jin Emperor's harem.

It seems that the most beautiful women in the world are not exclusive to the emperor.

The officials in the capital also had excellent judgment.

Soon, Chen Xuan's attention was focused on Bai Huanhuan.

She was actually the wife of the Vice Minister of Works?

The Vice Minister of Works was a trusted subordinate official of the Prince of Jin.

This person is definitely in a relatively central position within the Prince of Jin's camp.

Chen Xuan pondered, determined to win Bai Huanhuan's favor.

They extracted information from him about the Prince of Jin's intentions towards him.

"Look, Sister Bai is here."

Suddenly, a melodious voice came from outside.

All eyes turned to her, but Lu Yan's brows were furrowed.

Chen Xuan glanced at Lu Yan and whispered, "No need to rush. I'll take charge of the pace and won't let my mother-in-law lose face."

Lu Yan nodded slightly, a slight smile curving her lips.

Soon, Bai Huanhuan strode over, her face exuding a scholarly air.

"Greetings, Madam Zhen."

Bai Huanhuan bowed to Lu Yan and several other high-ranking ladies present.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The woman in blue joined in the commotion, "Sister Yan, how about we do something exciting today?"

Most of the ladies present had the habit of keeping male concubines.

Lu Yan, being the matriarch of the prestigious Zhen family of Jizhou, naturally possessed an air of nobility.

He often considered himself to be a paragon of etiquette and morality, and an absolute moral exemplar among the masses.

The women, led by the one in blue, had long been displeased with Lu Yan's attitude.

Lu Yanyue is like a lotus rising from the mud, untainted by its filth.

The more they wanted to trample Lu Yan into the mud, and to strip her of her nobility, and make her become a prostitute like them.

They trampled her dignity underfoot and crushed it mercilessly.

"Rui Rui, what would you like to do today?" Lu Yan asked.

The lady in blue was named Hou Ruirui. She was the head of the civil officials and the niece of Zhang Xianzhao.

"Hehe, whoever loses a poem has to take off a piece of clothing, until they're completely naked," Hou Ruirui said with a mischievous smile.

Lu Yan's face instantly turned cold, and she said displeasedly, "What kind of behavior is this?"

Hou Ruirui quickly took Lu Yan's arm and said:

"Sister Yan, there's no one else in Qinghe Garden, not many men, and no one will talk about it. Sister, please don't spoil everyone's enjoyment."

As soon as Hou Ruirui said this, several noblewomen immediately echoed her sentiments.

This made Lu Yan hesitate.

Moreover, the man beside her was the King of Qin, her son-in-law.

If she loses today, what face will she have left?

Just then, Chen Xuan whispered in Lu Yan's ear, "Since they've brought this upon themselves, you should agree to their request."

The thought of Chen Xuan's poetic talent instantly dispelled Lu Yan's worries.

She looked confidently at everyone and said, "Since you all want to play, I certainly won't spoil your fun."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

In the past, Lu Yan had always lost in poetry contests, and even though she brought a newcomer today, in the eyes of these people, he was just an ordinary scholar.

The thought of the high and mighty Madam Zhen today shattered their dignity. Several noblewomen, led by Hou Ruirui, gleamed with wild joy.

"Since Sister Yan has said so, we will certainly not back down today." Hou Ruirui smiled.

"Enough with the nonsense, what's the topic for today's competition? Who wants to go first?" Lu Yan asked.

Hou Ruirui suddenly stepped forward and said, "I'll go first. This is my gigolo, Qin Caizi. He's very curious about what's inside Sister Yan's bodice. Please, Sister Yan, don't let him have his way. Hehehe..."

After saying that, Qin Caizi, who was standing next to Hou Ruirui, couldn't help but stare intently at Lu Yan.

He, a scholar from a poor family, was able to manipulate these high-ranking court ladies at will; this was blatant class revenge.

"Sister Yan, what a refined taste you have! We've been waiting impatiently. Come on, let's begin!"

"Today's poetry gathering has a slightly provocative tone, but I really like it."

The ladies present laughed upon hearing this.

If it were anyone else, it wouldn't matter. But Lu Yan was so noble and pure.

Everyone wanted to see the noblewoman fall from grace.

"This is the scholar I invited. He certainly wants what he wants. Sisters, let's not let him succeed!"

Lu Yan retorted without hesitation.

However, Hou Ruirui did not take Lu Yan's words to heart.

A hint of provocation flashed in her eyes as she looked at Lu Yan and said, "Since Sister Yan is so confident, how about we compose poems on the theme of lotus flowers today?"