Seeing Concubine Qin's unhappy expression, Liu Qiuchan immediately became interested and continued, "I still remember that ancient poem spread all over the capital as soon as it was published, and many scholars praised it. Although Prince Heng is well-known for his talent, it seems that no ancient poem can be so popular."

This sentence undoubtedly hit the pain point of Concubine Qin. Her son, Prince Heng, also known as Jun Beiyu, has been famous for his outstanding talent and learning for many years.

But it happened that at that princess' banquet, the prince wrote that poem which made a stunning debut and immediately became famous throughout the world, overshadowing Prince Heng.

If it was said that she was outshined by the crown prince, Concubine Qin could still comfort herself, but the crown prince made a shocking statement and said that the ancient poem was written by Lin Zhan.

Concubine Qin naturally felt embarrassed to be suppressed by someone she disliked, and a woman at that. Now that Liu Qiuchan had clearly exposed her, she became very angry.

Jun Beiyu, who was sitting next to him, finally spoke up. "How could the Queen be so sure that the poem must have been written by Lin Zhan? After all, everyone knows that Lin Zhan has never been to a girls' school, so how could she have such amazing talent? Was she self-taught?"

After these words were spoken, everyone suddenly realized that Lin Zhan grew up in the palace, but had never attended a girls' school.

Could it be that he is really self-taught? The emperor also had a flash of doubt in his mind, thinking that Jun Beiqi really said this deliberately to save Lin Zhan.

The discussion did not last long. The emperor coughed lightly and looked at Lin Zhan with dignity. "Lin Zhan, the prince said that the poem at the princess's full moon banquet was written by you. It's true."

Jun Beiqi and Lin Zhan had already communicated with each other, so Lin Zhan was not panicked at this moment, but nodded with a smile and said, "Your Majesty, I did write that poem."

When these words were spoken, everyone gasped, Liu Qiuchan was delighted, and Concubine Qin still had a cold face and snorted softly.

"You are still young, how can you write such a poem? You are lying." The emperor also looked unconvinced.

Lin Zhan straightened his chest and said something that shocked everyone. "Your Majesty, ambition is not limited by age. If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, you can ask me any questions you want. I'm not afraid."

The neither humble nor arrogant attitude coupled with the firm tone made the emperor involuntarily believe it a little bit. However, he still wanted to test Lin Zhan, so he asked Lin Zhan to write a poem on the theme of the bright moon.

Lin Zhan lowered his head slightly, pretending to be thinking, and Concubine Qin, who was sitting there, just waited for a while before she couldn't help but mocked him. "Why, you can't do it? Your Majesty, look, this is a blatant crime of deceiving the emperor."

The sky gradually darkened, but the emperor was not in a hurry. He even ordered the musicians to bring the guqin, and he drank and admired the moon under the moonlight.

In fact, Lin Zan had many ancient poems about the bright moon in her mind, but she did not choose any of them. She wanted to write an ancient poem that would amaze everyone, so as to prove what the prince had said before, and also to regain the emperor's favor.

At this moment, the sound of a long guqin came into the ears of Lin Zhan, who was frowning. She looked up in surprise and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

He discovered that Jun Beiqi was holding a guqin, sitting under the bright moon, with a stream flowing slowly in front of him. The bright moon reflected in the water emitted a cool light, shining on Jun Beiqi's face.

The picture was so beautiful, and with Jun Beiqi's slender fingers slowly plucking the guqin, the clear and melodious sound of jade beads rolling could be heard leisurely.

Instantly, Lin Zhan recalled an ancient poem, and slowly chanted it along with Jun Beiqi's beautiful piano music. "Sitting in the moonlit night, a hermit plays the zither. Suddenly, I hear a sad tune, like the sound of cold pines. White snow messes up my slender hands, and green water clears my heart. Zhong Qi has been gone for a long time, and there is no one in the world who understands me."

After the voice fell, everyone was surprised, even the emperor's drinking and having fun paused for a moment. Jun Beiqi gently plucked the guqin to make the last sound, then slowly put his hand down and looked at Lin Zan.

The moment the two people's eyes met, it seemed as if an inexplicable emotion was slowly flowing between them.

Until the emperor clapped his hands gently, interrupting everyone's emotions, and with an unconcealable brilliance in his eyes, he looked at Lin Zhan and said, "Good, it's really great. Now I finally believe that there are people in this world who are born with talents. Lin Zhan, you really gave me a surprise!"

After he finished speaking, the emperor burst into laughter, walked out of the pavilion, came to Lin Zhan, patted her shoulder gently and said, "The Queen Lin was also a well-read and talented person. I never thought that you are better than your sister."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Lin Zan took a step back quietly and saluted the emperor respectfully.

Lin Zhan used her talent to prove that she was a genius. The emperor was very pleased and directly lifted her house arrest and released her from Hanfang Pavilion.

But after this incident, Lin Zhan was no longer as close to the emperor as before.

Lin Zhan had such talent, the emperor naturally did not want her to be buried, so he said to Lin Zhan, "Xiao Zhan'er, you have such talent even though you didn't go to a girls' school. If you had gone to a girls' school, wouldn't you have become a great talent in Northern Qi?"

"I have decided to send you to Qinglan Academy to study. You must not let me down."

After these words were spoken, Si Xueyi, who was sitting next to him, trembled and looked at Lin Zan with jealousy in her eyes.

Lin Zhan's place in Qinglan Academy was originally snatched away by Si Xueyi. After many twists and turns, Lin Zhan still had the qualification to enter Qinglan Academy.

Hearing the emperor's words, Lin Zhan was also stunned. She didn't expect that it would be a blessing in disguise. She could enter Qinglan Academy to study without any effort.

Thinking that after entering Qinglan Court, he would be able to come into contact with the children of hundreds of officials, which would be beneficial for cultivating his own power, Lin Zan happily agreed with a smile.

Afterwards, the emperor held a grand banquet in the imperial garden as a little compensation to Lin Zhan.

Lin Zhan sat next to Jun Beiqi, and this time he was much more well-behaved. Jun Anqing also squeezed in next to the two of them at some point, and was very happy that Lin Zhan had escaped from trouble.

"Li Zi, this is the plum wine I got from my mother. It's delicious. Would you like to try it?" Jun Anqing said to Lin Zan as if he was offering a treasure.

Lin Zhan's eyes lit up instantly and fell on the cup in his hand. The cup was filled with light pink juice, and there was a sweet taste coming to his face, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, which was not annoying. His heart immediately began to stir.