[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-628":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347643,4587,"Chapter 628: The Romantic Talent Claims the Poetry Arena—What a White-Robed Minister of Letters!","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-628",628,"\u003Cp>Everyone present wore expressions of astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, numerous flower courtesans gathered in one hall, leaving spectators spellbound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Lady Gongsun, who had remained unmarried for years, was making her debut performance tonight. She first bowed deeply before Prince Yan of Yan, her voice soft:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gongsun Meiyu greets Prince Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun’s real name was Gongsun Meiyu, and her greatest patron was none other than Prince Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yan smiled faintly and nodded in acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun’s eyes flickered with surprise—she had come seeking Xie Guan, never expecting so many princes to be present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Shi was also here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan, Hu Yunniang, and Chenxiang each bowed in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prince Feng, Prince Yong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Su Yun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai, Jia Yu, and others stared at the sudden surge of flower courtesans around them, their graceful silhouettes glowing even more radiant under the bright lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao’s eyes reflected face after face as lovely as flowers and jade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were elegant and spirited, others dignified and refined, some alluring and seductive, others delicate and charming, still others cold and noble—each possessed her own unique charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All lowered their voices in awe of this rare spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several of the courtesans had already met these princes and noble youths like Su Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Xie Guan, Zhang Yuanlai, and others—lacking family prestige and reputation—the courtesans paid them no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang’s gaze shifted to Xie Guan standing among them, and she slowly spoke: “Yunniang greets Master Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun also noticed the young boy behind the table—clear-featured, refined, and elegant in bearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought to herself: Of course. One who could compose such exquisite verse ought to possess such a handsome countenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun bowed gracefully: “Gongsun Meiyu greets Master Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan spoke softly as well: “Yun Wan pays her respects to Master Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chenxiang lifted her eyes slightly and also bowed: “Chenxiang greets Master Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Guan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, those drawn here by the courtesans realized—the boy standing at the back was none other than Xie Guan, the man who had stolen the spotlight tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke returned each bow with perfect decorum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Yu and the other two wore looks of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtesans’ greetings proved Xie Guan’s worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere illegitimate son of the Xie family, with no noble lineage, relying solely on his literary talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Zitan teased: “It seems Master Guan is more popular than this old man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhou Yuner, who had just ground ink for Xie Guan, flickered with a hint of disappointment—as if a treasured gem long kept hidden had suddenly been discovered, no longer hers alone to cherish, leaving her heart filled with an indescribable bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mu’s face darkened as he watched the courtesans who had come specifically for Xie Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun had long known that Su Shi had spent four million taels to purchase one of Xie Guan’s poems and a painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she was well aware of the longstanding tension between Xie Guan and Prince Yan, her own years of cultivation, wealth, and connections—backed by the Academy and nine great clans—gave her ample leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her relationship with Prince Yan was purely one of mutual benefit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his power, she thrived in Zixiao Pavilion, annually paying him massive dividends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tonight, if she placed in the top three of the Qunfang Banquet, she could escape the Western Pavilion and gain her freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yan, who had already profited immensely from her, had no intention of letting her go and offered her minimal aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Qunfang Banquet was Lady Gongsun’s last gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Guan’s opening verse had propelled her into the top three; though results were not yet final, the number of hairpins awarded already secured her a top-three position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun was a woman of clear loyalties: she never forgot a kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drop of kindness deserves a gushing spring in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially such a life-altering grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun spoke softly: “I have come today to request a painting from Master Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The price remains the same: four million taels. The poem is already done; I only need one painting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she turned to Su Shi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Lady Su is willing to part with it, Meiyu will add another million taels—five million total—for this Kunpeng painting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Shi shook her head gently: “I will treasure this painting and will not sell it lightly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Lady Gongsun’s face showed a trace of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question was deliberate—meant to counter Chen Mu’s earlier mockery: “This painting is worthless,” and to restore Xie Guan’s dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mu’s face grew even darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Gongsun turned to Xie Guan and asked gently: “Master Guan, what do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke, seeing this, did not refuse—he knew Lady Gongsun had shown him great face, and he accepted on Xie Guan’s behalf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Lady Gongsun smile: “We shall leave it for now. After the Qunfang Banquet, I shall visit you in person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, painting one picture would take little effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan also spoke: “Master Guan, I too wish for a painting. The price remains unchanged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang said the same—after this Qunfang Banquet, her wealth would double, so she had come specifically to cultivate ties with Xie Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke accepted them all—these were valuable connections Xie Guan would need in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, painting one picture would take little effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Zitan clapped and laughed: “Brilliant! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just moments ago, Prince Shi insisted Master Guan’s paintings were worthless—yet now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mu’s face darkened, about to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yan interjected: “Younger brother, show some grace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jin’s words were merely a jest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mu’s face flushed red and white—he knew his sixth brother was right; to argue now and fly into a rage would only make him look petty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mu merely let out a cold snort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao wore a face full of envy, watching Xie Guan surrounded by courtesans—the very image he had always longed to be: radiant, admired, the center of attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai’s face held only genuine joy for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, some are born extraordinary—the boy who studied hard in his small courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just step outside that courtyard, and his brilliance shines forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Shi prepared to take her leave, but noticed several courtesans approaching from the crowd—clearly also seeking poems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly, realizing: with the three poems Xie Guan had just composed, he now held the power to determine the courtesans’ rankings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those courtesans yet to perform would naturally come to seek his verses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke sensed something—Prince Yan and Chen Feng both turned toward one spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire garden’s lanterns suddenly dimmed; all fell silent, a chill creeping down their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd parted automatically, revealing several eunuchs standing in wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly eunuch with silver hair approached, wearing a crimson python robe embroidered with golden crane patches, stepping in three-inch black boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep wrinkles lined his face; his brow radiated coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone drew a sharp breath—this was the Grand Eunuch of the Great Qi Imperial Palace, entrusted with the imperial seal and edicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were merely a palace eunuch, the Nine Great Clans might have ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this old eunuch was Su Xiang’s personal attendant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Prince Yan and Prince Chen Feng bowed slightly upon seeing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old eunuch lightly waved his ivory-handled fly whisk, forcing a thin smile, his voice shrill:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By decree of Grand Secretary Su and the Third Master of the Academy—Master Xie Guan is summoned to Yaoxian Pavilion to compose poetry for tonight’s Qunfang Banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the hall fell utterly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned toward Xie Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Yan and Prince Chen Feng’s expressions turned strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wondered internally: Hadn’t they heard rumors that Xie Guan secretly conspired with the Three True Ones of Great Sui? Wasn’t Su Xiang planning to arrest him—hadn’t the Academy’s Third Master intervened to save him? If not for that, Xie Guan would already be in chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why now was Su Xiang and the Third Master jointly inviting him to Yaoxian Pavilion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had something changed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai and Jia Yu froze in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Guan, invited by the Third Master to compose poetry—tonight, he would truly reign supreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke frowned slightly, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned to accept Sima Pan’s invitation after the Qunfang Banquet—after all, it concerned the Wutong matter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, summoned to Yaoxian Pavilion, how should he choose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great cauldron within the heart-sea rang out, spilling forth a thousand rays of rosy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【In the face of this, you decide...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Refuse this. (Hint: May invite danger, unfavorable for the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Agree to this. (Hint: May benefit the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Delay this. (Hint: May invite misfortune, unfavorable for the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4. End direct involvement. (1\u002F3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke looked at the options above and did not hesitate—his best choice now was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Agree to this. (Hint: May benefit the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Jia Zone of the Qunfang Banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young servant in blue hurriedly whispered to Xie Renfeng, but spoke only half his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp *click*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hetian jade bead strand in Xie Renfeng’s palm snapped suddenly, eighteen jade beads rolling across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Renfeng’s face turned pale; he shot to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Is this Xie Guan trying to destroy the Xie family? How dare he associate with the Three True Ones of Great Sui!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the servant finished speaking, Xie Renfeng’s expression eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought to himself: Father is currently inside Yaoxian Tower—with that backing, he need not panic so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Academy’s Third Master is willing to protect him—likely out of respect for Father’s status.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Xie Guan’s reckless behavior cannot be tolerated by the Xie family any longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ladies have learned of this matter. They plan to convene a clan assembly after the Qunfang Banquet and expel Xie Guan from the Xie family genealogy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The main courtyard will also give the second courtyard a proper accounting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Renfeng nodded, his heart slightly eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Xie Guan had just been taken away by Shen Yin and the Demon-Slaying Office, today’s affair might have spiraled beyond repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xie family had many enemies in Bianjing, including members of the Nine Surnames who opposed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Renfeng did not care whether Xie Guan lived or died—he only feared Xie Guan would bring fire upon himself and engulf the entire Xie family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A real troublemaker!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Renfeng muttered under his breath, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After the Qunfang Banquet, this man cannot remain. Expel him from the Xie family—I’ll see who dares protect him now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yutong watched Xie Renfeng’s suddenly tensed profile and asked, “What’s happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Renfeng tucked the remaining jade beads into his sleeve; when he turned, his face had returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just Xie Guan again—causing more trouble for the Xie family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his gaze toward Yaoxian Tower, where lanterns blazed bright beneath the moonlight; a cold gleam reflected in his eyes: “With Father in charge, all will be well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yutong nodded gently. “With Uncle Xie Hong here, the Xie Fu stands as firm as Mount Tai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Qunfang Banquet, Jia Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the tables, hushed whispers stirred; noblewomen adorned with pearls and jewels hurried past, their robes rustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the high stage, red sleeves still fluttered; the courtesan queen had just taken the stage to perform, yet half the seats below lay empty—even the master of ceremonies stared, stunned, at the thinning crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi, Li Shuwan, and others wore thoughtful expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan had long been listening intently, ears open to all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past; he flipped his wrist and seized the man’s cloud-patterned wide sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuan Brother, wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you rushing off to so urgently? Is there anything more captivating than the courtesan queen on stage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had been about to rage, stomping his cotton boots—but seeing it was Xie Yuan, he forcibly suppressed his anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s Brother Xie. I heard many have gathered in the Ding Zone behind us—Madam Gongsun and other courtesan queens have all gone there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan was slightly startled: Gongsun Niangzi had already performed—why would she go to the Ding Zone at the back of the Qunfang Banquet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not just her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Su Immortal is there too. They’ve all gone to meet the man who just wrote that poem—the Xie Guan from the Thatched Hall Poetry Society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must hurry—maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of her beauty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan stood frozen; the man had moved too fast—he hadn’t had time to ask for details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it really be because of Brother Guan...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That so many courtesan queens had flocked there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi’s eyes drifted, distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Xie Yuan quickly suggested: “Shall we go take a look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shuwan, watching Zhang Yunzhi’s expression, sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Xie Guan had stolen Yunzhi’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Xie Guan’s name spread, Zhang Yunzhi had been distracted, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Qiyue clapped her hands in delight. “Let’s go meet the Su Immortal! Everyone in Bianjing is talking—she’s otherworldly, like a celestial maiden descended, the number one beauty of the capital’s Daoist circles!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Hong scratched his head, flashing a row of even white teeth in a simple, earnest smile: “In my eyes, Qiyue, you’re the most beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xue Hong, you fool—you’ve never even seen the Su Immortal, speaking nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Qiyue threw him a glare, yet her face betrayed unmistakable delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All women love to hear praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Xie Yuan’s group set off, slowly making their way toward the rear garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they saw a crowd gathered ahead, thick and lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan led the way, pushing through the throng with the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi finally squeezed inside and lifted her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of graceful figures—veiled in gauzy white, the ethereal Su Yayu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the spirited Gongsun Niangzi, Yun Wan, Hu Yunniang, Chen Xiang—every courtesan queen among the crowd craned their necks, waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes unconsciously fixed on the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood the young man in plain robes, his long black hair loosely tied with a sheep-fat jade hairpin; a few strands fell before his brow, accentuating his refined features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes, dark as polished lacquer, shimmered with cool light amid the garden’s lantern glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grace of elegance radiated from his brow—clearly the product of years immersed in poetry and books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the dimming lanterns!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Yunzhi could make out more, a thin, aged voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By decree of Minister Su and the Academy’s Third Master—Xie Guan, please proceed to Yaoxian Tower to compose a poem for tonight’s Qunfang Banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of astonished murmurs swept through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man bowed slightly, his voice clear as shattering jade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Guan obeys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and bowed to all around, bidding farewell to each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Jia Yu and the others were not omitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Yu and his companions straightened their backs, their faces glowing with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jin, Xie Guan takes his leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man bowed to an old man with white hair and beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Zitan waved him off hastily. “Go quickly, Master Guan—don’t keep the Third Master waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd parted like a tide, clearing a path; Xie Guan followed the eunuch in charge of the seal away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Zitan watched his retreating back, then glanced at the courtesans still gazing after him, stroking his beard with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man suddenly whipped his sleeve, baring his arm; his left index and middle fingers pressed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tài!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cry echoed like a theatrical declamation, rich with rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangjun and the others knew it well: this famed Bianjing critic, Master Jin, always began his evaluations this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man spoke calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let us speak of the Ninth Young Master of the Xie family—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Zitan deliberately stretched the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A dashing talent who owns the poetic stage—a true white-robed nobleman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I seek no wealth or rank; men must seek my writings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s words fell, resonant and final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew that in ancient times, white robes were the mark of commoners without official rank or noble title, while qingxiang referred to high-ranking officials and nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi turned her head to watch the boy’s retreating figure among the crowd; though slender, he carried an air of spirited determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the brilliant lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhang Yunzhi’s beautiful eyes, her gaze gradually grew hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan murmured beside her, “A romantic talent dominates the poetic arena—what a fine phrase, ‘white-robed qingxiang.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It suits the moment perfectly—today, Brother Guan alone outshone all others at the poetry banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2787,"2026-06-21T01:33:03.787Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ceebc56871ada59372211c27e88733aeaef6db0fac1eb0aaa444e6da4907a00f","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-629","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-627",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]