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

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan couldn't help but move his gaze closer.

Touched by such exquisite beauty, one's poetic inspiration naturally arises, and verses flow effortlessly: "Peach blossoms, after the rain, fly in scattered petals, half drifting with the stream, half staining the mud."

Upon hearing this poem, the ladies present were utterly astonished by Chen Xuan's poetic talent.

They did not shy away from the fact that Chen Xuan used this as the basis for his poem.

On the contrary, they found that Chen Xuan, such an interesting poet, was exactly to their liking.

Hou Ruirui originally harbored some resentment towards Chen Xuan.

Seeing Chen Xuan compose such verses to praise her, a blush immediately appeared on her pretty face.

"Your poem is of profound skill, sir. I am completely convinced of my defeat."

Although he greatly admired Chen Xuan's poetic talent.

They even greatly admired the face beneath his mask.

However, he was still deeply resentful towards Lu Yan...

"Sister Bai, with such a scholar here, Sister Yan, given your literary talent, wouldn't you like to meet him?"

Hou Ruirui knew Bai Huanhuan's arrogance all too well.

She would not allow anyone to steal the limelight in front of her, and immediately pointed it out.

"Sister Yan, this young master is a very talented poet. I would like to have a contest with him. What do you think, Sister?" Bai Huanhuan glanced at Lu Yan with her beautiful eyes.

Hou Ruirui couldn't help but flatter her: "Sister Bai's husband is now a trusted confidant of the Prince of Jin, and his future is limitless. The Prince of Jin has the support of the aristocratic civil officials in the court, which is far superior to that useless Prince Qin. If the Prince of Jin ascends the throne one day, Sister Bai will probably be granted the title of First Rank Lady at the very least."

Hou Ruirui's words made her meaning very clear.

She knew that the King of Qin was Lu Yan's son-in-law.

The reason for saying this was, intentionally or unintentionally, to put Lu Yan down.

Moreover, Lu Yan and Bai Huanhuan are naturally opposed in their positions.

Her words only exacerbated the conflict between the two.

"Sister Bai is truly remarkable. Although her husband's official rank is not high, he is a confidant of the Prince of Jin. When the Prince of Jin ascends the throne, your husband will likely be promoted to the first rank."

The ladies present all showed expressions of envy.

Bai Huanhuan, emboldened by her husband's favor, immediately boasted, "Of course! The King of Qin is powerless and helpless; how could he possibly harm the King of Jin? Last night, the King of Jin visited, and I overheard some conversations. He said they were going to take action against the King of Qin, and that the King of Qin would surely die this time."

The struggle between the King of Jin and the King of Qin was already out in the open.

At this moment, Bai Huanhuan didn't care at all that Lu Yan was there.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan's eyes immediately flashed with anger.

Chen Xuan gently patted Lu Yan's shoulder, and this time Lu Yan did not react.

"This Bai Huanhuan seems to know something? Coming to Qinghe Garden this time was the right decision." Chen Xuan's lips curled up, secretly pleased.

Bai Huanhuan looked at Chen Xuan with her beautiful eyes and said, "Young Master, this time we'll each compose a poem on the theme of snow. If you lose, could you spend the night with me? Hmm?"

Although Bai Huanhuan was quite beautiful, Chen Xuan found her extremely disgusting.

He gives off a feeling that the entertainment industry is a bit chaotic.

These noblewomen's husbands, though powerful and influential, were still married to influential men.

However, because they cannot provide emotional support, they can only play together in private.

Moreover, each one is more elaborate than the last.

She's called a noblewoman, but she's really just a slut.

Although Chen Xuan liked beautiful women, he disliked these women who kept male concubines.

If one were to contract an unclean disease, not only would one suffer, but it might also implicate the ladies of the household.

However, Chen Xuan was very confident in his poetic talent: "I can."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan's face immediately displayed a fascinating little expression.

This is her son-in-law, the mighty King of Qin of the Great Jin Dynasty. How could he serve a woman like Bai Huanhuan?

Seeing the confidence in Chen Xuan's eyes, Lu Yan's worries dissipated somewhat.

"Alright, since you are so confident, I will compose a poem first." Bai Huanhuan pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "Dancing down from the sky, a thousand mountains are shrouded in white gauze. Silently covering the wild path, overnight the plum blossoms are covered."

Upon hearing this poem, Hou Ruirui immediately echoed it.

"As expected of Bai Meimei's work, this poem has a novel concept and a unique style, and is definitely a top-notch masterpiece."

The other noblewomen also gave Bai Huanhuan's poems extremely high praise.

Bai Huanhuan approached, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Chen Xuan. "His figure is superb, but I wonder what he looks like? If you truly cannot compose a better poem, then please come with me to the pavilion now?"

This blunt invitation directly angered Lu Yan: "Is Sister Bai in such a hurry? My scholar hasn't even composed a poem yet, how can you be so sure he'll lose?"

"What a joke! Sister Bai's poetry is the pinnacle of the literary world. How could she possibly lose to a mere scholar? It's Sister Yan who's so protective of this young scholar; could it be that he's secretly her lover? Does she feel sorry for her little darling who's about to serve Sister Bai?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ladies present couldn't help but chuckle.

Without saying a word, Chen Xuan slapped Hou Ruirui hard across the face and said angrily, "Watch your mouth."

Hou Ruirui was slapped in public, and she was immediately enraged:

"You lowly scholar, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

"Well played."

Lu Yan stated frankly.

"Who cares about your status? You're talking nonsense, you deserve to be beaten. You keep your own male lovers, don't judge others by your own standards."

"We're sisters, and I don't mind your occasional difficulties. But that doesn't mean you can smear me. Do you want your husband to know you're keeping a lover?"

The practice of keeping male concubines is a private affair within wealthy women's circles.

Everyone in the circle knows who has pets and who hasn't.

In comparison, Lu Yan is indeed impeccably clean in this circle.

Moreover, as the matriarch of the Zhen family in Jizhou, she certainly had the resources to confront Hou Ruirui.

She even knew all of Hou Ruirui's dirty deeds.

Upon hearing this, Bai Huanhuan quickly said, "Sister Yan, this is something that happens within our circle. Everyone knows about it. It's the rule. Isn't it going too far to use this as a threat?"

"It's not that I went too far, it's that she made malicious assumptions and threw dirty water on me," Lu Yan said with a disdainful look.

The ladies knew that if even one of them leaked the secret, their entire circle would be in trouble.

The men behind them, without their knowledge, can wield immense power over them.

If people knew that these women were so different in private, they would surely be utterly despised and humiliated.

Instantly, a group of people came out to mediate.

"Let's drop this matter; I'll pretend it never happened."

After Lu Yan finished speaking, she looked at Chen Xuan and said, "Write a poem."

The noble ladies present were convinced that even if Chen Xuan was a talented poet and could beat Qin Caizi, he would never be able to beat Bai Huanhuan.

Hou Ruirui, in particular, was slapped by Chen Xuan for no reason.

She secretly hoped that Bai Huanhuan would win this battle.

Then they took Chen Xuan to the pavilion and treated him like the lowest of male concubines.