"Who do you think you are, a pretty boy? She was the first to humiliate us. No wonder King Mo divorced her. You are such an ignorant and shameless fool."

Su Qianmian's face turned cold, and he was about to lose his temper, but Ye Xingchen grabbed his arm, shook his head gently, and signaled him not to show up.

"Are you blind or deaf? His Majesty has ordered me to divorce Prince Mo. It's a divorce. You deaf people must have shit in your ears. Don't you understand what people are saying?

Besides, I am humiliating you. Just because you make up a few random sentences doesn't qualify you as a poem, and not everyone deserves to be called a writer. You are simply defiling the title of a writer." Ye Xingchen scolded without any politeness.

The faces of those scholars instantly turned black and they were extremely angry: "Ye Xingchen, you are going too far. You are no longer the Princess of Mo. Why do you rely on others for power?"

"Just because I look down on your poems." Ye Xingchen responded domineeringly.

"Who do you think you are? You are just a divorced woman and you have the right to say that you look down on our poems? If you have the ability, write a poem for us to see." One of the literati said dissatisfiedly.

"Write if you want. Today I will let you see what real poetry is!" Ye Xingchen said arrogantly, standing up and about to leave.

It's just that she drank a little too much, so she felt dizzy and couldn't walk steadily.

Su Qianmian subconsciously reached out to support her: "Are you really okay?"

Ye Xingchen looked at him dazedly and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm very talented."

"You are bragging. A divorced woman can also write poetry. If you kneel down and beg us now, we will not bother with you!" One of the literati spoke again.

"If I do it, you'll kneel down!" Ye Xingchen said disdainfully.

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

Others echoed this, because they simply did not believe that Ye Xingchen, a woman who was divorced for being useless, could write poetry.

Although His Majesty has issued an order for a divorce, in the eyes of others, a divorce is equivalent to being divorced.

Ye Xingchen staggered towards the private room next door and picked up the brush on the table: "Tell me, what poem do you want to write?"

"You really won't cry until you see the coffin. Don't say that we are making things difficult for you. Let us give you an easy one. Just write a poem about spring," a scholar suggested.

"Yes, that's spring."

Ye Xingchen raised the corner of his mouth and wrote a poem with a stroke of his pen.

The others were surprised and subconsciously recited: "Swallows fly when the mud melts, and mandarin ducks sleep when the sand warms."

"This poem is wonderful. Swallows and mandarin ducks only appear in spring, and the melting mud and warm sand are really novel and insightful!" praised a scholar.

The faces of the others turned cold instantly: "She must have plagiarized this. How could she write poetry?"

"Yes, she must have plagiarized it."

Luo Jinxiao's face turned cold: "You said Miss Ye copied it, then please show me the evidence. Has anyone written this poem before?"

A few literati looked at each other. They usually wrote poems and lyrics when they had nothing to do. They were very familiar with the popular poems and lyrics today, and they had indeed never heard of this sentence.

A scholar curled his lips: "Even if we haven't heard of it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it's just that we don't know about it."

"That must be it," the others echoed.

Ye Xingchen sneered: "In that case, I will give you a few more words." After that, he picked up the pen and started writing.

Su Qianmian was shocked, and looked straight at Ye Xingchen with deep eyes.

She was so composed, so calm, so confident, that Su Qianmian was stunned.

"The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide!"

"In February, the grass is green and the warblers are flying. The willow trees on the bank are swaying and the spring smoke is intoxicating!"

"The rain from the apricot blossoms wets my clothes, while the wind from the willow trees blows on my face without making me feel cold!"

"Some early orioles fight for the warm trees, and some new swallows peck at the spring mud!"

"The butterflies linger and dance, and the orioles sing!"

Those literati read the poems written by Ye Xingchen in succession, feeling shocked, stunned, and unbelievable. Finally, their faces turned dark, ugly, and embarrassed.

A scholar was shocked and said: "No, no, this poem is too good. I have to admit defeat."

"Shut up! You will only boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige." A scholar stopped them.

"Come on, Lao Su, is it so difficult to admit that others are excellent? Someone refuted him.

"No wonder she looked down on the poems we wrote. Our poems are nothing compared to these."

Some people have been moved to tears: "Every sentence is insightful and exquisite, it is simply a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages, it's amazing!"

Su Qianmian's eyes were full of admiration and surprise. He didn't expect that Ye Xingchen could write poetry, and did it so well.

"Will you continue to criticize Ye Xingchen in the future? Will you still suspect that she is plagiarizing?" Su Qianmian asked coldly.

"Master Su, we dare not say that. We are just a sesame seed on a sesame cake in front of Miss Ye. There is a world of difference between us."

At this moment, everyone was full of admiration for Ye Xingchen: "Ms. Ye, we have offended you before. We are willing to admit defeat." As they spoke, those people were about to kneel down.

"Everyone, you don't have to kneel! A man's knees are made of gold. He should kneel to heaven, earth, and his parents. How can you kneel to me? In the future, don't judge people by their appearance and slander and doubt people at will." Ye Xingchen stopped them.

Everyone admired Ye Xingchen very much. They had just humiliated Ye Xingchen, but she was magnanimous and did not hold grudges. How could an ordinary woman have such a broad mind and bearing?

"Thank you, Miss Ye." The literati expressed their gratitude to her.

"Miss Ye, are you still accepting disciples?" a scholar asked in a low voice.

Ye Xingchen was amused by him: "I don't accept disciples." After saying that, he stood up and left.

Those are all famous quotes handed down from generation to generation. Any one of them has been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years. Naturally, they would shock these people.

While everyone was not paying attention, Su Qianmian picked up the volume of poems that Ye Xingchen had just read, stuffed it directly into his sleeve, and left.

Luo Jinxiao stared at Ye Xingchen's back in a daze, shocked and excited.

She did it, she really did it, and she also wrote so many poems.

At this moment, he felt extremely proud. Being able to meet Miss Ye was the greatest luck in his life.

"Miss Ye, wait for me." Luo Jinxiao immediately chased after her.

After leaving the restaurant, Ye Xingchen yawned. He got up early to watch the show and drank so much alcohol, so he was naturally sleepy now.

"Miss Ye, let me take you home." Su Qianmian saw that she was sleepy and spoke.

"No, I have to send Luo Jinxiao back first." Ye Xingchen retorted.

Luo Jinxiao, who had chased after him, was delighted: "No need, Miss Ye, I can go back by myself."

"That won't work. You've helped me a lot this time, and you're the only son of Princess Fuyang. What if someone does something bad to you? After all, that person is watching you. Let's go." Ye Xingchen said.

Luo Jinxiao couldn't refuse, so he could only agree: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Miss Ye."

He also wanted to stay with Ye Xingchen for a while longer.

Su Qianmian curled his lips. This brat actually made Ye Xingchen care so much about him. He did not leave, but followed him.

"Lord Su, aren't you going back?" Luo Jinxiao asked instinctively.