Zhao Mingyu quickly explained, "It's not that profitable. It's mainly because Zhao Lin's two poems caused a sensation at Yun Zhiyi's last visit. The women in the brothels had no choice but to pay for the poems in order to gain fame and compete for the title of the most beautiful woman."
Han Yuehua said angrily: "Humph, hanging out with those bitches, you are such a lowly bastard."
The three sisters remained wisely silent.
Han Yuehua took a deep breath and asked, "How long until the selection of the oiran?"
Zhao Mingyu said, "One month."
Han Yuehua calculated silently and said, "A month is enough time for Han'er to come back. By the way, you can spread some of Han'er's poems and let people know that Han'er's poems are the best."
Zhao Mingyu said stubbornly, "Chen Han's poems are of course good, but those women only recognize Zhao Lin's poems, so..."
Han Yuehua said dissatisfiedly, "That's why I let you spread it. Once everyone knows it, won't it be a good poem?"
Zhao Mingyu had no choice but to turn his gaze to his two sisters.
Zhao Mingyue suggested, "I don't know when my brother-in-law's errand will be finished, and Chen Han may not be able to return before the Oiran competition. Why not have Zhao Lin write two poems in Chen Han's name..."
Han Yuehua immediately flew into a rage: "Are you saying Han'er's poems aren't as good as Zhao Lin's?"
Although Zhao Mingyue didn't say anything, her expression said, "Isn't this obvious?"
Last time on the Qingxuan flower boat, Zhao Chenhan read Zhao Lin's poems, but he didn't dare to write any poems. Yun Zhiyi called him "Young Master Zhao", which was lower than Zhao Lin's, but he didn't dare to say anything. This is enough to explain the problem.
Han Yuehua was so angry that she couldn't eat. She threw down her chopsticks and said, "You guys figure out a way. We can't let that rebellious son surpass Chen Han."
Zhao Mingxiao couldn't help but say, "Mom, Zhao Lin is your own son. Isn't it good for him to be famous?"
"Not good!" Han Yuehua said without hesitation: "This rebellious son, even before he became famous, dared to disobey his parents and disregard human ethics. If he became famous, wouldn't he call for our death?"
The three sisters were helpless.
It’s not about how much affection they have for Zhao Lin, but Zhao Lin is their younger brother after all, and this world values blood ties, which are stronger than most relationships.
If Zhao Lin develops well, no matter how unwilling he is, it will be beneficial to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, and naturally they sisters will be indispensable.
Otherwise, Zhao Mingzhu would not have promised Zhao Lin that she would help him return to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion as long as he passed the imperial examination.
But Han Yuehua regarded Zhao Lin as her enemy. The better Zhao Lin was, the angrier she became. She wished she could step on Zhao Lin under her feet to be satisfied.
After dinner, Han Yuehua, with the help of her maid, went to chant scriptures and pray for Zhao Chenhan, and then the three sisters began to discuss.
"Mother has a strong prejudice against Zhao Lin, which is very strange." Zhao Mingxiao said first.
Zhao Mingyue said disapprovingly, "That's normal. If I had that son, I would have prejudices too."
"That's different." Zhao Mingxiao said, "Mother's attitude towards Zhao Lin is like an enemy, not even one percent of Chen Han's. This doesn't make sense."
"Maybe Zhao Lin didn't grow up in front of me since he was a child, and he disobeyed me many times, which made me unhappy." Zhao Mingyue said casually: "Let's not talk about this, otherwise I won't be happy. Let's talk about how to help Chen Han become famous. I think I am determined to make Chen Han surpass Zhao Lin."
"This is normal. Chenhan was raised by his mother with great care since he was a child. He did everything by himself and even refused to let the maids help. But in the end, he is not as good as a son who is stranded outside. It is inevitable that his mother will feel unbalanced." Zhao Mingxiao said.
Zhao Mingyu said, "But this makes Zhao Lin feel unbalanced. He feels that he, a biological son, is not as good as an adopted son, so he feels resentful towards his parents and us."
Zhao Mingyue snorted coldly, "My parents gave him life and raised him. They have already shown immense kindness. To be resentful over such a small matter is like being a son. It's no wonder that my mother doesn't like him."
Zhao Mingxiao and Zhao Mingyu both nodded in agreement.
In this environment where parents are above everything else, children cannot say a single bad word even if their parents abuse or beat them. But Zhao Lin still dared to harbor resentment, which was simply treasonous.
Zhao Mingxiao said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. What should we do now? Mother obviously wants Chen Han to become famous and suppress Zhao Lin."
Zhao Mingyu said, "But when it comes to poetry, Chen Han is indeed not as good as Zhao Lin. Where did Zhao Lin learn his skills? Is he really a genius? But why did he act like a loser in the mansion?"
The three sisters were silent for a while.
After a long moment, Zhao Mingxiao sighed, "Maybe it's genius, maybe it's some other reason, but it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is how I can help Chen Han become famous."
Zhao Mingyue said, "It's basically impossible to surpass Zhao Lin by relying on poetry to become famous. Even if we find someone to help Chen Han write a few famous poems, once he comes back and does it in front of us, it will be exposed, which is not good."
"What do you have in mind?" Zhao Mingxiao asked.
Zhao Mingyue lowered her voice and said, "We can't help Chen Han become famous, but we can suppress Zhao Lin."
Zhao Mingxiao and Zhao Mingyu were both stunned.
Zhao Mingyue said, "Don't forget, Chen Han is one of the Seven Young Masters of the Capital. Even though others ranked him as a joke, they didn't object, so they accepted it. As long as we spread the word that Zhao Lin's poetry surpasses the Seven Young Masters and that he should be ranked first, the other six will definitely target him. Each of those six has a family background that's as good as our Marquis' Mansion. They can destroy Zhao Lin with just a flick of their fingers."
Zhao Mingyu's eyes lit up. "Good idea. We don't have to show up, and we can suppress Zhao Lin. No one will think of us."
Zhao Mingxiao hesitated and asked, "Will this cause Zhao Lin a lot of trouble?"
Zhao Mingyue disagreed, saying, "Having trouble is a good thing. It will let him know that without a background, no matter how talented he is, it's useless. Throughout history, there have been countless talented people, but only a few have achieved fame. Talent is not enough, but you also need a background. Maybe then, he'll take the initiative to return to the Marquis' Mansion to apologize."
Zhao Mingxiao was persuaded and said, "Let's do it this way. Oh, and bring Bai Shicheng along too. How dare such a loser like that snatch Chen Han's bride?"
The three sisters immediately ordered their maids to spread the rumors.
Soon, Zhao Lin used poetry to shut Bai Shicheng up three times. Even Zhao Chenhan didn't dare to write poetry in front of him. He proved that Zhao Lin was better than the Seven Young Masters of the Capital. He asked that the Seventh Young Master be changed to the Eighth Young Master, and spread the news that Zhao Lin ranked first.
It immediately attracted some attention from the idle crowd.
"This Zhao Lin is really ignorant of his own limitations. He actually wants to compete with the Seven Young Masters of the Capital."
"Hehe, he doesn't think that just because he can write two poems, he really deserves the title of Young Master, right?"
"Why don't you ask? Which of the seven young masters in the capital has a poor family background? How can an orphan like him, without a father or a mother, compare to them?"
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