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

Chen Xuan was somewhat surprised. Why did Huo Yinjuan suddenly propose a poetry contest?

But upon reflection, he realized that his fame had already shaken the Great Jin Dynasty.

Huo Yinjuan was clearly also very interested in poetry and literature.

Why would they take this opportunity to make this request?

Chen Xuan secretly rejoiced. Having a hobby meant that things would have a chance to turn around.

However, Huo Yinjuan's younger sister, Huo Meijuan, possessed poetic talent comparable to the great talents of ancient times in his era.

To defeat her, you must produce a poem that will be renowned throughout history.

"Does the King of Qin dare to do this? If the King of Qin can defeat my sister, then perhaps I can negotiate with the King of Qin fairly?" Huo Yinjuan asked.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly. "Of course."

"Please, Your Majesty, follow me to the Study Pavilion."

Huo Yinjuan led Chen Xuan out of the elegant residence, where he discovered that it was very large, with all kinds of artificial mountains and lakes.

It is indeed a good place for literati to express their leisurely and elegant sentiments.

To get to the Book Pavilion, you must cross an artificial lake.

Huo Yinjuan stood calmly, a gentle breeze blowing, lifting her thin gauze skirt and revealing her fair, jade-like thighs, which were captivating.

Unfortunately, the Prince of Jin had a penchant for keeping male concubines.

Court officials all knew that over the years, the Princess Consort of Jin had lived like a widow in the Prince of Jin's residence.

No wonder she founded Qinglian Yaju, gathering ladies of high office from the capital there.

The reason he wanted to see him compete in poetry with Huo Meijuan was probably to express his inner loneliness.

"We've arrived," Huo Yinjuan murmured, glancing at Chen Xuan.

As soon as he stepped off the boat, Chen Xuan heard beautiful music, which was captivating and had a beautiful rhythm.

Looking up, I saw a beautiful woman in white gauze sitting on the pavilion, playing the zither.

"This is the Princess's younger sister, Huo Meijuan? I've heard so much about her, and seeing her today, I can confirm that she is indeed a beauty of unparalleled grace," Chen Xuan couldn't help but say.

"Beauty is nothing but a pretty face, but poetic talent is what Meijuan is proud of her whole life." Huo Yinjuan stepped directly into the Book Pavilion.

Chen Xuan followed him inside and discovered that the place contained countless books.

"Although I am a princess, the Prince of Jin is immersed in boys all day long, and I am like a stranger to him! Only by listening to my sister play the zither and compose poems here every day can I soothe the unease in my heart." Huo Yinjuan sighed and continued to walk inside.

Huo Yinjuan was merely expressing her unhappiness, but Chen Xuan keenly perceived her true feelings.

Chen Xuan thought that he could definitely use her inner thoughts to his advantage.

In his previous life, he was an intelligence chief and had come into contact with all sorts of women. No one understood women's hearts better than him.

"Meijuan, the King of Qin has arrived," Huo Yinjuan called out.

As the words fell, the piano music gradually stopped, and Huo Meijuan, dressed in a white veil, slowly walked downstairs.

"Meijuan, you've been longing to have a poetry contest with the King of Qin. Today, I've invited the King of Qin here. Why don't you two have a competition?" Huo Yinjuan said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan realized that Huo Yinjuan had invited him here not because he admired him, but because his sister admired him.

"Meijuan greets Your Highness, the Prince of Qin." Huo Meijuan blushed upon seeing Chen Xuan. "I have heard that Your Highness's poetic talent is extraordinary. Meijuan has long admired you. Today, may I compose a poem on the theme of longing? Let's decide the winner in one round. If Your Highness wins, Meijuan will consider Your Highness your confidant."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan was filled with shock.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon Huo Yinjuan.

Huo Yinjuan seemed to have no reaction.

This surprised Chen Xuan greatly. If Huo Meijuan became his confidante, he could use her as a starting point to get to know Huo Yinjuan more deeply.

In this way, Chen Xuan would be able to get in touch with the Prince of Jin's bedmate.

This is very advantageous for his bid for the throne.

In his previous life, Chen Xuan was the head of intelligence, and he had only one principle: to extract information.

He had no concept of social hierarchy in ancient times.

Any sacrifice is worthwhile as long as there is profit to be made.

"Very well, in that case, Miss Huo, please compose a poem first."

Chen Xuan spoke frankly, asking Huo Meijuan to compose a poem first to test her abilities, and then give him enough time to analyze which ancient poem he had copied so that he could beat Huo Meijuan.

Huo Meijuan had been prepared for this for a long time. Upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, she immediately replied: "The moon sets in the empty courtyard, the night is not yet over; the wind shakes the bamboo shadows past the west wall. I wish to entrust a letter to the returning wild geese, but a thousand mountains and rivers separate my sorrowful heart."

Upon hearing the poem, Chen Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

This was the only poem he had heard since his transmigration that could be compared to the great masters of his previous life.

However, while this poem is good, it is at best above average.

Ancient famous poems are as numerous as carp crossing a river, so in Chen Xuan's view, winning this battle is not that difficult!

"Meijuan, your poetic talent has greatly improved; you've actually composed such verses!"

Huo Yinjuan was visibly startled, realizing that her younger sister had put in a lot of effort to defeat Chen Xuan.

Immediately afterward, Huo Yinjuan looked at Chen Xuan and said, "My younger sister has already composed a poem. How is it? With the King of Qin's discerning eye, he should know its level. Do you still want to compete?"

Whom do you look down on?

Chen Xuan smiled slightly and said, "Miss Huo's poetic talent is indeed quite good, but it has a flaw: it lacks genuine artistic conception. To write a good poem, one must first immerse oneself in it!"

Chen Xuan's casual remark was like a revelation to Huo Meijuan.

Huo Meijuan smiled, "So this is the prerequisite for writing a good poem. Thank you for your guidance, Prince Qin. I have benefited greatly from it."

"What's the use of King Qin saying that? Only if you write a better poem than Meijuan will you win? If King Qin can't come up with a better poem, don't blame me for being merciless." Huo Meijuan suddenly spoke up at this moment.

Chen Xuan was very wary that Huo Meijuan would expose Bai Huanhuan's affair, which would be very detrimental to him.

Conversely, if he does well on this poem, he will reap huge political benefits.

This time, Chen Xuan didn't rush to write a poem. Instead, he carefully pondered the words and tried to find an excellent poem about longing to win over Huo Meijuan.

"Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring? I wish you would gather more, for this is the most evocative of longing." Chen Xuan slowly took a few steps and recited with the emotion of a poet.

Upon hearing the poem, Huo Meijuan and Huo Yinjuan simultaneously opened their mouths in surprise.

It doesn't follow the usual style of love poems at all.

Instead, the poem uses the image of red beans growing in the south as a finishing touch, slowly unfolding the story and expressing the feelings of longing.

"The King of Qin is truly talented. Meijuan is completely convinced of her defeat. Meijuan will write down this poem and study it repeatedly, striving to reach the level of the King of Qin's poetic talent as soon as possible."

Huo Meijuan gazed at Chen Xuan with eyes full of admiration.

At this moment, she already regarded Chen Xuan as a confidant.

Chen Xuan's easy victory shocked Huo Yinjuan. She looked at Chen Xuan with her beautiful eyes and said, "For many years, Meijuan has been seeking a worthy opponent, competing with scholars all over the world. She has never been defeated. Today, she has been defeated by the King of Qin. The King of Qin must be her confidant. Since I have defeated my sister, I will discuss the Dao with her. I will not stay any longer."

After saying that, Huo Yinjuan slowly walked away.