Chapter 124: The Literary Plagiarist and the First of the Literary Pass (Second update, seeking monthly votes)

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Qianjing Mijing rumbled incessantly, causing the inner hearts of those participating princes and Princesses to gradually grow numb.

They even... began to get a little used to it.

Within their gradually numbing hearts, one question still remained.

"Who on earth is it!?"

"What on earth does he want to do?"

"Could it be that he wants to destroy the Qian Mirror?"

Yet the perpetrator of all this, Ren Yidao, was writing with increasing excitement in front of the blank-faced Li Qiushui.

Swish, swish, swish—

"I wish for all living beings to be well-fed, not fearing weakness or illness as I lie in the setting sun."

"I wish for all common folk to be well-fed and warm, not fearing hardship as I emerge from the mountain forest."

"If in another year I become the Azure Emperor, I shall report to the peach blossoms to bloom together."

Carried away by his enthusiasm, Ren Yidao did not care whether Li Qiushui was watching behind him, nor did he care if he would be seen by those outside the Qianjing Mijing.

At this moment, he did not care.

Ren Yidao only wanted to continue.

He did not have the experiences of his predecessors and could not fully comprehend their state of mind.

As for these grand aspirations and these emotions, it was enough to be able to grasp even one of them.

But soon, the style gradually went off track...

As he wrote, the flavor gradually changed.

Ren Yidao did not care if they were grand aspirations or not; in any case, he wrote down every poem related to "wishes."

Swish, swish, swish—

"I wish to find one heart, to grow old together and never be parted."

"I only wish that your heart is like mine, and I will surely not betray this longing."

What boudoir resentment poetry? What love and sorrow of parting?

I don't know!

These are also grand aspirations!

And after he had scavenged every poem he could remember related to "wishes," things developed toward another extreme.

Whatever non-mainstream famous quotes or Dragon Overlord lines there were, he wrote them all down.

Swish, swish, swish—

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a young man for being poor."

"If you break her wings, I will surely destroy your Heaven."

"At the pinnacle of the immortals, looking down upon the world, with me, An Lan, there is Heaven."

As one "grand aspiration" after another was written down, Ren Yidao had almost filled all four walls.

He did not care if the Book Spirit could understand; that was not important.

The main point was to be chaotic and disorderly.

I don't care if you cooperate, and I don't care if you resonate.

Just writing is enough.

Little Book Spirit, do you know about spam email attacks?

Have you heard of a palm technique called DDOS?

It's fine, it doesn't matter if you don't know.

This isn't that, either.

But it's enough if the effect is similar.

"In short, wake the hell up for me!"

Li Long watched the youth who was wantonly splashing out his grand aspirations, his face twitching again and again.

He had figured out what Ren Yidao wanted to do, and could also understand that he was helping the Li Family draw out the Book Spirit that had been hidden for many years.

But...

"Why does this Emperor feel so awkward!?"

Why is that!

There is a feeling of being played like a monkey; is it this Emperor's illusion?

"Forget it, this Emperor cannot be outdone by others!"

And amidst this continuous rumbling, even Li Fengyao, who had been indifferent before, saw a change in his gaze this time.

He frowned and looked strangely in the direction from which the sound came.

Who on earth is it?

"There shouldn't be any accidents... but, I cannot wait any longer."

Thinking this, he stealthily reached for the magic treasure prepared in his bosom.

And among all the princes, only one person had shown no reaction to the rumbling in their ears from beginning to end.

The Eldest Prince Li Jiyang sat dejectedly before his desk; after a long silence, he finally made a move.

He did not use the brush and ink on the table, but instead bit his fingertip open.

He used the fresh blood from his fingertip to write his grand ambition directly onto the paper.

……

Ren Yidao's actions were no longer merely affecting the various princes within the Secret Realm, goading them into being forced to make oaths.

Outside the Secret Realm, the main body of the Qian Mirror above the great hall also shook violently with each of his provocations, attracting the gazes of everyone in the hall.

In this struggle for the position of Chancellor, none of those qualified to enter the great hall to observe were simple figures.

They were either high-ranking court officials or Feudatory Kings from noble families; at this moment, they wore various expressions, all observing this youth who had appeared out of nowhere.

Who exactly is he……

Now, this question was no longer important.

After today, no matter who he was, and no matter his background, he would be known to all in this Wentian City.

This was a rising new favorite.

And besides these people, behind the hanging curtains, several women were also seated.

Those were the concubines of Li Long.

Empress Zhao, who led them, sat at the very front; compared to Imperial Concubine Ran, who looked not much older than Li Lingling, she appeared to be in her late thirties.

Empress Zhao's cultivation was not as good as Imperial Concubine Ran's, and although her appearance remained graceful and noble, subtle traces left by the ruthlessness of time could be seen in the details.

There was no shortage of beauty-preserving techniques in the palace, but in the end, they were no match for time.

Empress Zhao squinted as she watched the changes in the Qian Mirror, gazing at the youth who was writing with such abandon, and said indifferently:

"Feng Yao is likely to have met his match."

Imperial Concubine Ran, who was sitting right behind her, was currently holding a well-behaved white fox and smiled upon hearing this:

"Empress sister, I remember that Feng Yao is not your son, right? Why are you worrying on his behalf? Are you not worried about your own Yang'er?"

Lifting her chin, she signaled for the Empress to look at the young man who was writing his grand ambition in blood.

Her eyelids twitched slightly, but Empress Zhao did not lose her composure and said indifferently:

"This Palace is the mistress of the Inner Palace; all of His Majesty's offspring are children of this Palace. Does it matter whether they are born of the Empress or not?"

"Instead of worrying about these things, you had better worry more about your own children."

Teasing the chin of the little fox with her fingertip, Imperial Concubine Ran smiled even more happily upon hearing this and said leisurely:

"Hehe, what do I have to worry about?"

"Oh my, Ling'er and Yi'er have never had the heart to claim the throne, which makes it very difficult for me as their mother; I am almost being angered to death by these two good-for-nothing little ones."

"Empress sister, I am so envious of you! Your child is working so~ hard to claim the throne."

Working so hard, in fact, that he was about to cross swords with his own father.

"……Yang'er was only confused for a moment, and His Majesty has already forgiven him. Does Imperial Concubine Ran have any dissatisfaction with that?"

"Dissatisfaction? How could I! This Palace never said that, oh; Empress sister, please do not frame me."

"Hmph!"

Crack.

Empress Zhao set down the wine cup that had slightly cracked in her hand and stopped paying attention to this annoying Imperial Concubine.

And the victorious Imperial Concubine Ran did not continue to provoke her; while stroking the fox, her gaze scanned the Qian Mirror.

"Your Majesty, who have you disguised yourself as this time?"

If he could not be found on the Dragon Throne, then there was a ninety-nine percent chance he had mixed himself in.

Regarding this, Ran Yeting had a considerable degree of confidence in Li Long.

……

……

Under the gaze of everyone, the literary trial, which had changed its flavor due to the interference of a certain fox, finally came to an end.

The Qian Mirror flashed, a figure gradually became clear, and finally, they walked directly out of the mirror.

"The first place in the literary trial is……"

Su Peiqing looked at the person who was the first to walk out of the Qian Mirror and announced in a loud voice:

"The Second Prince."

Li Fengyao!