I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

I thought that after transmigrating, I wouldn't be like other transmigrators who become plagiarists.

Unexpectedly, I still got the job.

There's nothing we can do; Song Qian is just too difficult to deal with.

Even if you bring up your status as a prince, they won't give you a second glance.

Just as Qin Li was about to recite a poem in the street, the maid suddenly stepped forward, raised her haughty neck, and interrupted him:

"My young lady does indeed love poetry, but... can you write poetry?"

The little maid's eyes were full of contempt, as if she were looking at trash.

Hey!

Song Qian simply looked down on him, this prince.

How could even a lowly maid look down on him?

As expected of a master and servant, they follow the master's example.

They don't learn the good things, they only learn the bad things.

Once he buys the grain, he'll see how he deals with that little maid.

"Of course I will. How will I know if I don't try?" Qin Li said confidently.

Unexpectedly, the maidservant snorted coldly, and at that moment, Song Qian in the carriage handed over the book in her hand.

After the maidservant took it, she spread her arms out in front of Qin Li and said haughtily:

"All the poems in this collection were written by my son-in-law!"

"Perhaps Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, would like to take a look first."

"If you think your poem is better than my son-in-law's, feel free to compose one!"

"If you think you're not as good as my son-in-law, please refrain from speaking and don't humiliate yourself!"

cut!

Upon hearing this, Qin Li gave a disdainful snort.

He carries the weight of five thousand years of Chinese poetry on his shoulders; how could he possibly lose to an ancient person?

Pick any song at random and it's a game of overwhelming power.

Otherwise, Xiao Xue'er wouldn't have been so captivated by the protagonist Qin Feng's poem.

But as time went on, Qin Li was dumbfounded.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much of the past do we know..."

"The Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return..."

"..."

"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps..."

"...Flowers shed tears at the passing of time, birds startle with grief at parting!"

"..."

On the scroll that the little maidservant had unfolded with both hands were poems that Qin Li knew all too well.

The entire book was filled with such poems, some of which Qin Li, a student who had slipped through the net of nine years of education, couldn't even recite.

Seeing that Qin Li remained motionless, letting the little maid turn the pages, Wei Hongying leaned closer, puzzled.

Gradually, her red lips parted slightly, and she was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.

She was not shocked that she had seen these poems before, but that they were so exquisite that she had never known them before.

Seeing the two of them like this, the little maid snapped the book shut and respectfully returned it to Song Qian.

With her hands on her hips, the young maid said haughtily, "You must be ashamed of yourselves, these poems and essays were all written by my son-in-law in his spare time!"

"My son-in-law can write timeless lines with a single stroke of his pen, and with another, he'll be known as the 'Poet Immortal'!"

"Seventh Prince, do you think you still need to compose poetry?"

Gudong!

After swallowing hard, Qin Li finally recovered from his shock.

The moment he regained his senses, he exclaimed in his heart:

In this world, besides Qin Feng and Su Chen, there is a third protagonist!

The third protagonist is also a plagiarist!

Good heavens, you're killing me! You sent three main characters to mess with me!

You piece of trash, you can't take a joke!

Needless to say, the son-in-law mentioned by the little maid, Song Qian's husband, is also a protagonist!

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense for these poems to appear in this dynasty!

I wanted to show off, but someone else got to do it first!

Qin Li was furious.

"Seventh Prince, if you cannot compose a poem better than my wife's, I will take my leave now!"

A detached voice came from inside the car. Song Qian didn't want to stay there for even a quarter of an hour longer; she just wanted to get back home as soon as possible.

"Wait a moment!"

Qin Li stretched out his arms, blocking the carriage, and said, "Who says this prince can't compose good poetry? I'll compose it right now!"

After saying that, Qin Li closed his eyes and began to rack his brains to recall the poems he had learned in his textbooks in his previous life.

He's now gambling that the third protagonist only copied this one book and hasn't had time to copy the other poems yet.

Got it!

The next moment, Qin Li opened his eyes and immediately recited, "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil. Who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work?"

Inside the carriage, Song Qian's eyes lit up.

But the little maid couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha, you call this poetry?"

The young maid laughed so hard she bent over, pointing at Qin Li and saying, "He's so childish! He can't even compare to me, let alone my son-in-law."

"Xiuer, don't be rude!"

Song Qian reached out and lifted the carriage curtain, frowning as she spoke.

The maid named Xiuer quickly shut her mouth and obediently stood up straight with her head down.

Looking at Qin Li, Song Qian said, "The Seventh Prince's poem is also a good poem. Although it is simple and straightforward, it is easy to recite. Most importantly, it is very educational and suitable for children's enlightenment."

Upon hearing this, Qin Li breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Song Qian is a discerning person.

He thought that Song Qian would laugh at him for writing this poem.

After all, compared to the poems copied by the third protagonist, this poem is indeed not up to par.

Deng Deng Deng!

Wearing a veil, Song Qian stepped off the carriage a moment later and said, "I will accept this apology."

"Seventh Prince, please, let's talk business now."

……

The group entered Tianxiang Restaurant, found a private room, and ordered a pot of tea from the waiter.

Before serving the tea, Song Qian asked the waiter for pen and ink. Under the watchful eyes of Qin Liwei, Hongying, and the maid Xiuer, she copied the poem "Hoeing the Rice at Noon" onto the scroll in her hand.

After copying it, Song Qian gently blew on the ink stains.

"I didn't expect Miss Song to be so fond of poetry and literature. So why did she choose the path of a merchant?" Qin Li asked curiously.

Looking out the window, Song Qian said with a hint of resentment, "There are no men in the family, and the business is so big, I, a mere woman, have no choice but to take on this heavy responsibility!"

"Oh, I see."

Qin Li took a sip of tea and then said, "I just heard Miss Xiu'er say that the poems on these were all written by Miss Song's husband?"

"yes!"

Song Qian said with even more resentment, "He's a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family. His name is Fang Yuan."

Son-in-law!!!

It's confirmed.

Fang Yuan is also a main character!

As a bookworm for ten years, Qin Li had read several novels about sons-in-law. One of them was particularly well-written, and he read it with great interest, forgetting to eat and sleep. However, the author updated too slowly and was known as the "King of Pigeons," to the point that many readers wanted to send him razor blades.

Unlike an author he knew, who was not only handsome and dashing, but also incredibly learned, exceptionally talented, and possessed an imposing presence, he updated his work promptly every day, never missing a day. He would even release a large amount of content when he was in a good mood, and he treated his readers like family. He was definitely a rare, conscientious author in the industry.

"Whether he's a son-in-law or not doesn't really matter; the most important thing is to have talent!"

"I wonder when I will have the honor of meeting such a talented person!"

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."

Qin Li must get to know this Fang Yuan and find out his background before he can feel at ease and sleep soundly.

As they were talking, Qin Li suddenly felt his sleeve being gently tugged. It was Wei Hongying sitting next to him.

Wei Hongying covered her mouth with her hand and whispered a reminder: "We've gone off-topic. The supplies are the most important thing. We'll talk about other things later."

Qin Li calmly pressed down her hand and continued to press Song Qian for information about Fang Yuan.

"..."

Wei Hongying was speechless. What was Qin Li up to now?

Little did Wei Hongying know that for Qin Li, provisions were of no importance whatsoever; the protagonist was the most important thing, without exception.