Imperial College? It's the equivalent of Peking University, Tsinghua University, and the Ministry of Education in previous generations. The Imperial College's chief academic officer is the equivalent of the president of Peking University, the president of Tsing Hua University, and the minister of education.

As a killer, she now has the honor to compete and discuss academic matters with the chief academic officer of the Imperial College who was a match for them in ancient times. How could she not be happy?

"What do you mean, Princess Xueyao? You really like discussing academic matters with me." The chief academic officer of the Imperial College said doubtfully.

"It is said that the Imperial College's chief academician is a man of great learning, well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge, and eloquent in his eloquence. He is extremely talented and well-read. Everyone would praise him, and this princess is no exception.

What disappoints this princess is that the character of the chief priest is not very good. He is just as pedantic, arrogant, and looks down on women.

The Imperial College is the best institution of learning for the imperial court. The students there are responsible for the success or failure of the entire court. How can we hand it over to such a pedantic person? "

"Your Majesty, I have one small request. If I win, I beg Your Majesty to dismiss the Chief Priest and find a minister with progressive thinking and ambition to be the Chief Priest of the Imperial College."

Yang Youxue was originally very happy to be able to compete with the Imperial College, but when she thought of what he had just said, she felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on her, and she felt cold from head to toe.

She no longer felt excited, only contempt. Such a person was not worthy of respect at all.

The chief priest was originally wondering why the princess seemed like a different person. It turned out that he was overthinking it. The princess had not changed, she was just waiting for him here.

"I agree!" said the emperor.

"Princess Xueyao, let's compete in poetry, lyrics, and couplets. It's a best-of-three game. What do you think, Princess?" The Imperial College's chief academic officer was furious at what Yang Youxue said. He didn't care about etiquette and just wanted to trample this arrogant woman under his feet.

"Okay, we'll ask the emperor to give the questions, and the ministers and the emperor will give the scores. Whoever gives the highest score will win." Yang Youxue said.

"I have no objection!" said the chief academician of the Imperial College.

"I'll give the first question: write a poem about plum blossoms," said the emperor.

"My two beloved ministers, who will come first?" the emperor asked the Imperial College's chief academic officer and Yang You.

"Princess, please come first!" said the chief academician of the Imperial College.

"Okay, I'll be honored to be accepted. I'll go first."

"The weather and human affairs are urging each other, the winter solstice brings the birth of spring. The embroidery adds weak threads to the five patterns, and the blowing of the reed pipes stirs up the flying ashes. The bank is waiting for the willows to bloom in December, and the mountains are eager to bloom plum blossoms in the cold. The clouds and objects are the same, but the country is different, so teach the children to cover the cup in their hands." Yang Youxue recited a poem "Xiaozhi" by Du Fu.

"What a beautiful line! The clouds and things are the same, but the country is different. Teach your son to cover the cup in his palm. Ji Jiu, it's your turn!" The emperor was surprised by Yang Youxue's poem. He didn't expect that his future daughter-in-law had such knowledge, and was definitely not inferior to the ministers present.

The ministers were also discussing Yang Youxue's poems. They all felt that Princess Xueyao was extremely talented and could definitely defeat the Chief Academician of the Imperial College.

"I, your humble servant, feel ashamed of myself and admit defeat in this round!" The Imperial College's chief academic officer also knew that he was no match for the opponent and naturally did not want to make a fool of himself, so he admitted defeat on his own initiative.

"Princess Xueyao wins the first round!" The emperor was very pleased.

"The second round is poetry. Write a poem, regardless of the genre," said the emperor.

"Let the princess play this round." said the chief academician of the Imperial College.

He didn't believe that Princess Xueyao could win this time.

"In the morning, I woke up in the painted hall to hear the news of falling snow. I rolled up the curtains to see the auspicious sign, the white mist in the distance blurred the courtyard walls.

The bright air draws smoke from the furnace, and the cold white grass grows jade pendants. It must be the celestial being, drunken, randomly crushing the white clouds. Yang Youxue recited Li Bai's "Qingpingle, Huatang Chenqi".

"What a wonderful line! It should be that the celestial being is drunken and smashes the white clouds into pieces.

Comparing snow to clouds, how comfortable the life of that immortal must be.

"I also long for this kind of free and unrestrained life, which only gods can enjoy." The emperor said with emotion.

There are so many surprises waiting for him as his future daughter-in-law.

"Yes! I also want to have such a life!"

"That's right. Every day it's one thing or another. I'm so fed up with it. It's better to be a god. I'm free and comfortable."

"Unfortunately, this is the human world, not heaven. We are mortals, not gods. Don't dream big!"

"That's true. Let's just be a good mortal, right?"

The ministers were discussing one after another, all of them being distracted by Yang Youxue's words.

"Master Jijiu, where are your poems?" the emperor asked the Master Jijiu of the Imperial College.

"I admit defeat!" said Pinfei, the chief academician of the Imperial College.

What else could he say? He was outmatched, unable to beat her, so he could only admit defeat.

Maybe I am unwilling, but there is nothing I can do.

"Okay, Princess Xueyao has won two games in a row. This time, Princess Xueyao wins.

According to the original request, all of Lord Jijiu's property will belong to Princess Xueyao.

In addition, he resigned from the position of Chief Academician of the Imperial College and was demoted to Assistant Professor with no salary for three years.

After three years, you can stay as an assistant professor or leave. It is entirely up to you.” The emperor made the verdict.

"Thank you for your grace, sir. I will obey your order!" said the chief academician of the Imperial College in despair.

"Your Majesty, Princess Xueyao is extremely intelligent, knowledgeable and talented. She has made such an absolute poem. Could you please write another one for everyone to admire?" said the Imperial College's chief academic officer.

"How difficult is that? The Imperial College is the imperial academy, and the students there are the pillars of the court. I, the princess, will compose a poem to dedicate to the students all over the world." Yang Youxue did not back down and accepted the challenge generously.