No title, no marriage? Do you think I'm some kind of lapdog?

"What?"

"Composing poems and couplets!"

Su Chuang was quite shocked upon hearing this!

This was the first time he had heard of anyone talking about this.

"That's right!"

"Are you too scared?"

"Alright then, I won't make things difficult for you."

"As long as you kneel on the ground, kowtow to Qingyue, and offer ten thousand taels of gold as an apology, I, this young master, will show mercy and forgive your past transgressions!"

Yue Xinyang waved his folding fan with great confidence!

"hehe…"

Looking at Yue Xinyang's "I'm sure to win" face, Su Chuang sneered inwardly. Did he really think he was someone important?

Reciting poetry?

Why would a time traveler who knows Tang and Song poems by heart be afraid of this?

However... if you're going to play, you have to play big.

We must win beautifully and regain the dignity we lost over those five years.

"I really don't know where you got your confidence from!"

"However, as the Duke of Xin, how can I easily compete with a spoiled brat like you?"

"If this gets out, the world will laugh at us!"

He shook his head as he spoke.

Yue Xinyang felt that he was genuinely afraid of engaging in a war of words with him!

"So what do you want!"

Yue Xinyang said urgently!

"Simple!"

"I will bow and kowtow three times and nine times to you, and then I will agree to a literary contest with you!"

Su Chuang said casually.

He understood that Yue Xinyang was eager to show off his talents in front of Ye Qingyue.

Little did he know, he was about to lose Yue Xinyang's underwear!

"You! You just don't dare!"

"Why humiliate me like this!"

Yue Xinyang pointed at Su Chuang and said loudly.

"You dare not?"

"My word is my bond; I keep my promises!"

As the saying goes, a true man can bend and stretch!

"And you dare not submit? So you're not a man? But a woman?"

As Su Chuang spoke, he ignored Yue Xinyang, which amused Lin Ruxue, who covered her mouth and chuckled.

"You! I, this young master, will make you lose all face in the literary world of the Great Qian!"

As soon as Yue Xinyang finished speaking, he stomped his foot and gritted his teeth!

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, Su Chuang saw Yue Xinyang kneel down and kowtow to him!

"Hahaha!"

Su Chuang laughed at this without restraint, treating it as a small amount of interest!

The main reason is that he suspects his father Su Zhenbei's death is inextricably linked to his wife's family!

"Alright! Let's begin!"

"No rush, no rush..."

"What? You want to back out?"

"Not at all! What I mean is, we should add some prizes to our literary contest!"

Su Chuang shook his head; he knew Yue Xinyang was now on the right track.

"What's the prize? Ten thousand taels of gold too?"

Yue Xinyang inquired.

"No, no, it's ten thousand taels of gold for a single poem!"

"There will be ten rounds in total! One song per round!"

"Dare you!"

Su Chuang's voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire room.

It gave the impression of trying to hide something obvious, thus luring Yue Xinyang into a trap!

"like!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of a good-for-nothing like you who has no knowledge whatsoever!"

Seeing Ye Qingyue gazing at him with deep affection, Yue Xinyang immediately made up his mind!

"Excellent! Very much in the style of Vice Minister Yue!"

"Bring me pen and ink! Let's sign this, so some dog won't deny it later!"

"Hahaha!"

Su Chuang's smile became even more exaggerated!

This morning he was still worrying about how to make money by selling his poems, but by evening someone was rushing to buy them for a large sum of money.

"Okay, I'll go first."

Yue Xinyang decided to strike first, for he feared that those who acted later would suffer the consequences!

"Yongxue!"

"One petal, two petals, three or four petals, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten petals. Thousands of petals, tens of thousands of petals, countless petals, all fly into the plum blossoms and disappear."

As soon as Yue Xinyang finished reciting his poem, he slammed his folding fan shut, raised his chin slightly, and glanced at him sideways.

Su Chuang could even see the barely concealed smile on his lips—a smile that seemed to be waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Is this what you call poetry?"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly.

Yongxue?

You dare to show off such a simplistic counting poem?

Su Chuang went through all the ancient poems about plum blossoms and snow in his mind, finally settling on Wang Anshi's poem about plum blossoms.

Though simple, it is the most charming.

Although it's unnecessary to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, this first cut must be made, and it must not only draw blood, but also cause Yue Xinyang to bleed profusely!

"Open your ears and listen carefully!"

Su Chuang gave a low shout, stepped out of his seat, and gazed at the horizon.

"plum bossom!"

"A few plum blossoms by the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold. From afar, one knows it's not snow, for a faint fragrance wafts by!"

When the last sentence was uttered, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Su Chuang noticed that everyone was looking down and savoring the moment.

"Okay, okay!"

The next second, he heard cheers, slaps on the table, and the hurried sound of grinding ink.

Several scholars had already grabbed paper and pen and started writing, their pens scratching as they hurried along.

The outcome is clear!

As Su Chuang sat back down and drank alone, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yue Xinyang's hand, which was holding a fan, had white knuckles and was trembling slightly.

That's it?

What's the rush? This is only the first game.

The best is yet to come!

"Drink!"

"A small pot of wine hangs at my waist, its aroma filling the air. It's as if a good friend has asked for it; I'll certainly share it with them!"

After reciting the poem, Yue Xinyang lost his confidence and clasped his hands together in prayer!

"Heh...each one is worse than the last!"

"Let me teach you a lesson, listen carefully!"

Su Chuang sneered and glanced at Yue Xinyang with disdain in his eyes.

Ask Lin Ruxue!

"Newly brewed wine, green as ants; a small red clay stove, glowing with warmth. Evening approaches, the sky threatens snow; shall we share a cup?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he once again drew cheers from the surrounding literary figures!

"Brother Chuang...of course I can share a drink with you."

Even if…

Lin Ruxue, with a shy expression, raised her wine glass and said softly.

"Okay!"

Su Chuang didn't hear Lin Ruxue's second sentence, otherwise...

After another drink, Su Chuang noticed that Lin Ruxue's gaze towards him was becoming increasingly intense, with a growing languid intensity.

"I refuse to believe it!"

Yue Xinyang was quite annoyed after losing two games in a row!

"Yong beauty!"

"In silver armor and a red cloak, she wields a valiant woman's attire, fighting bravely on the northern frontier! The heroic general Ye Qingyue, a divine warrior who resists the Xiongnu!"

After downing a glass of strong liquor, Yue Xinyang recited his most satisfying poem!

"Watch me!"

"Qingping Tune".

"The clouds remind me of her clothes, the flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy. If not seen atop Mount Qunyu, she will be met beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace."

The voice just fell.

Su Chuang then heard a series of praises entering his ears:

"Who said the Duke of Xin was incapable of composing poetry!"

"Exactly! Three masterpieces in a row. We only need one of them to secure our place among the top ten literary figures of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"It's true what they say, comparing goods makes you want to throw them away, comparing people makes you miserable!"

After three rounds, Yue Xinyang looked ashen-faced and tried to slip away.

"What's wrong? Where's all that arrogance from Young Master Yue just now?"

Su Chuang suddenly spoke up.

"Don't sneak away, the bet isn't over yet."

He approached slowly, lowering his voice.

"Kneel down and kowtow, and you'll get ten thousand taels of gold—you said it yourself."

"Or are you planning to be a puppy?"

"Or perhaps..."

"Should General Ye pay for you?"

He looked up at Ye Qingyue, his smile icy:

"As far as I know, General Ye is barely able to protect herself. Do you want her to sell her art or her body?"