"Wait!" Old Zhu suddenly became a little excited, pointing at Zhu Yunying and saying, "We knew our grandson was so eloquent! Our grandson may not like reciting poems, but he certainly can!"

Uh, Zhu Yunying was speechless for a moment. He had become a 'plagiarist'.

Old Zhu was in high spirits and hurriedly called out, "Hey you! Prepare the brush and ink, our emperor's poems should be spread throughout the world!"

That person, of course, is Wang Chengen. Old Zhu certainly knew Wang Chengen, but that's just how Old Zhu's personality is; sometimes he might seem to think highly of Wang Chengen, but he might not necessarily take him seriously.

Wang Chengen hurriedly began preparations, his face beaming with pride. His master was the emperor, a man of both literary and martial prowess!

Old Zhu didn't care whether Zhu Yunying was embarrassed or not, and said expectantly, "Ying'er, it can't just be a couple of sentences, right?"

“Alright, I’ll complete it.” Zhu Yunying couldn’t bear to disappoint his father, so he said, “But it’s settled then, I’m not interested in becoming an emperor who is unparalleled in poetry and painting, so I won’t be writing poetry in the future.”

But thinking about it, it doesn't really matter. It's hard to say whether Zhao Yi will be around in the future, since he was a man from the Qing Dynasty after all.

Zhu Yunying could be considered thick-skinned; his occasional eloquence was simply a habit. After all, the texts and poems he memorized during his school days still left a deep impression, some of which had already surfaced, while others hadn't.

Old Zhu looked at the poem with great satisfaction. "My grandson is so bold! Li Bai and Du Fu are nothing compared to him! My grandson is the emperor. If he were to write poetry, he would definitely be better than them!"

Zhu Yunying was embarrassed, but he was used to it. In Old Zhu's eyes, he was the best and the best at everything!

Zhu Yunying was fond of martial arts, which left a deep impression on Zhu Yuanzhang. His grandson disliked studying from a young age. Or rather, his precious grandson would only skim through the Four Books and Five Classics. Zhu Yuanzhang could also sense that his grandson did not particularly like Confucianism.

It wasn't just Emperor Zhu who knew these things; many civil officials and scholars had also heard of them or were able to sense them.

Suddenly, the Hanlin Academy saw a poem—a poem by the current emperor. This left them utterly astonished. Did their emperor truly possess poetic talent? Or was this learned and exceptionally talented emperor deliberately concealing his abilities?

After all, most of the emperors in history who were known for their poetic talent were criticized. Cao Cao is an exception; many people remember Emperor Huizong of Song, an artistic emperor.

The emperor was both a scholar and a warrior, which probably surprised many people. As for doubting the poem's origin, there's nothing to doubt.

This poem was undoubtedly written by the emperor, as he is a very principled person. Therefore, citing Li Bai and Du Fu as examples merely illustrates that every era has its leading figures, and we shouldn't blindly follow the ancients. Furthermore, every generation of the nation produces talented individuals, and the current emperor hopes to see even more talented people...

Lian Qiongqiong was very happy. Her father, Lian Zining, was a man of great talent, skilled in poetry and prose. Having grown up surrounded by such influences, Lian Qiongqiong could naturally be considered a 'talented woman' herself. She never considered her husband a warrior, though she knew he wasn't particularly fond of traditional Confucianism.

"Ruyi'er, look at your father's masterpiece." Lian Qiongqiong looked at Zhu Ruyi sitting on the couch with immense pride. "Your father is wise and powerful, and he governs the country in an orderly manner. We just won the battle, and I heard that the north will enjoy a hundred years of peace!"

Zhu Ruyi couldn't understand, and simply slumped onto the couch. She grabbed her chubby little feet and stuffed them into her mouth.

Little Zhu ran over excitedly and shouted, "Your Highness, the Empress Dowager wants you to appreciate this!"

Zhu Ruyi was very happy to see her brother coming over. Especially when she saw her brother running over, Zhu Ruyi was very generous. Not content with just nibbling on her own little toe, she stretched out her other foot and stuffed it into her brother's mouth.

Little Zhu giggled and lay sprawled on the couch, hugging Zhu Ruyi and saying, "Ruyi, your brother loves you the most!"

Well, Xu Miaoqing originally wanted Lian Qiongqiong to help appreciate and interpret the emperor's masterpiece. But now it seems like the two mischievous kids are just playing around, and the appreciation will have to wait.

"Plagiarist, I'm plagiarizing, and the reaction seems unusually strong!" Zhu Yunying muttered to himself in the Wuying Hall, somewhat amused and exasperated. "No, I can't write poetry, or it will mislead people!"