The Poem of Sincere Life is the second chapter after The Poem of Everyday Life, continued with all of the said effort it has brought up by the author personally.

Written with the sincere thought of looking towards the life in a more honest manner and transcending thoughts throughout the moments in our life. 

Never was the intention to write this to be the source of anger, hateful speeches or propaganda in any way. These poems were written as a form of artwork, a series of life painted into ink.
To be is to believe. To believe is to be.

A girl wrote her dying poem

can you die with her?

These are all deep and meaningful poems that randomly come to my mind. Each poem foreshadows a greater meaning within.




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These are all deep and meaningful poems that randomly come to my mind. Each poem foreshadows a greater meaning within.




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The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

The texture of the wooden pendant was very fine and it felt warm and nice being held.
 
Su Wan loved it so much that she couldn't put it down. She looked at it repeatedly and her love for the wooden pendant only grew stronger.
 
Jiang Xuecheng saw Su Wan's eyes lingering on the wooden pendant and knew she had taken a fancy to it.
 
"Wan Wan, if you like the pendant, just buy it."
 
Jiang Xuecheng thought Su Wan would pay for it directly but she held up that pendant and showed Jiang Xuecheng the poem on it.
 
"My grandfather has been praising you. He says you're a scholar and understands the studies of Chinese ancient civilization. You should know the origin of this poem, shouldn't you?"
 
Jiang Xuecheng raised his brows, not expecting Su Wan to make things difficult for him using this poem. Was she taking revenge on him for ridiculing her for being too heavy and causing the broken bicycle chain?
 
When Su Wan saw Jiang Xuecheng keeping silent, she thought he didn't know the answer. So, feeling pleased with herself, she raised her brows and smiled.
 
"This poem is very famous and you don't know it. It shows you're a fake scholar. Let me tell you, the author of this poem is…"
 
Before Su Wan could provide an answer, Jiang Xuecheng beat her to it. 
 
 "The author is Fan Chengda, a poet of Southern Song Dynasty. The source is from 'Car Far Away.'"
 
 "Wan Wan, not only do I know its source but I've also memorized the whole poem. Do you believe me?"
 
When the clear and melodious voice entered her ears, Su Wan's eyes widened.
 
She glanced speechlessly at Jiang Xuecheng. Actually, Su Wan knew the source and the author of this poem because she had a special liking for ancient poetry.
 
However, she had never seen a single book of ancient poetry on his book shelves!
 
Jiang Xuecheng smiled elegantly and its radian was exceptionally charming. "Your husband has the ability to remember whatever he has read. Wan Wan, you don't have to display your slight skill in front of me."
 
This narcissist!
 
Su Wan pouted in frustration. "Alright, you're the smartest in the world. I admit defeat."
 
Even if Jiang Xuecheng could memorize 'Car Far Away' in its entirety, Su Wan believed he would not know every poem. She would pick a few ancient poetries which weren't as famous a few days later to test him.
 
"Women always say what they don't mean."
 
Totally unconcerned, Jiang Xuecheng looked up. His dark and deep eyes curved up a little and his elegant demeanor was compelling. 
 
No matter from which angle one looked at this man, he was perfect and flawless.
 
Suddenly, Su Wan's heart skipped a beat. To cover her obsession, she lowered her head to tidy her hair, pretending to groom herself.
 
"Alright, all I know is that I like this pendant. Let's pay!"
 
Jiang Xuecheng looked at her steadily. His eyes were sparkling and he showed a clear smile. He could see Su Wan was bashful through her red ears but did not expose her. 
 
Those who were familiar with Su Wan could read her like an open book.
 
"Let's go."
 
Jiang Xucheng put his hands into his pocket and walked toward the cashier quickly.
 
Su Wan caught up to his pace. She took the wooden pendant carved with the ancient poem carefully and joyfully.
 
This shop was very small. Before both of them walked to the cashier, the lady shop owner saw Su Wan staring at the pendant.
 
It looked like she could make a business deal today!
 
The lady shop owner smiled immediately and started to promote non-stop.
 
"Ah, so, both of you like pendants. Would you like to buy a few more? We have many other pendants like zodiac pendants, little fish pendants…"
 
Su Wan didn't like the lady shop owner's persistent manner of selling. She pursed her lips and her smile was faint.
 
"No thank you, just this please. How much is it?"
 
The middle-aged shop owner examined their dressing once again. She couldn't see the brand of their clothing but instinctively felt that they both dressed well. 
 
The lady shop owner tried showing her two fingers, "Since you're the first two customers to visit our shop today, I'll give you a special price. This pendant is two hundred dollars."
 
The moment she finished talking, she grasped her fingers and a sense of uneasiness appeared in her eyes.
 
She wouldn't tell them that the wholesale price of the pendant was less than fifteen dollars. Looking at this little couple, she thought they should be ignorant of the market price…
 
Jiang Xuecheng and Su Wan did not speak and the lady shop owner misunderstood that they felt it was too expensive. So, she started to ramble again.
 
"Please don't think it's expensive. This pendant is made of black walnut tree and it's handmade. If you buy this, it's absolutely worth your money!"
 
She paused and then continued, "Look at the words 'To be united forever' carved on the pendant. Both of you would definitely grow old together!"
 
Jiang Xuecheng heard the shop owner chatter away and felt she was irritating. He couldn't help frowning.
 
"We'll take it."
 
Upon hearing him, the lady shop owner was surprised. After regaining her senses, her face lit up with happiness. "Sure!"
 
Just as she excitedly went to look for a gift bag, Su Wan stopped her.
 
 "Aunty, I'm sorry, I think I don't want this!"
 
As Su Wan spoke, she looked at Jiang Xuecheng. A sly smile appeared on her face as she said, "Xuecheng, I think this pendant is too expensive. Let's go to the next shop to take a look."
 
Jiang Xuecheng raised his brows as he looked at Su Wan. He was uncertain as to what Su Wan was thinking. 
 
Didn't she like that pendant just now?
 
It was only two hundred dollars. To Jiang Xuecheng, even if the amount had a few more zeros behind the two hundred, he didn't mind.
 
The lady shop owner heard Su Wan grumble that the pendant was too expensive and panicked. How could she let them go so easily when she finally had customers?
 
She tugged Su Wan's sleeves. Besides having urgency, she had a sullen look.
 
 "How could you do this? Just now, Mr. Handsome said he'll have it. How could you go back on your words now?"
 
 "We have not paid."
 
Su Wan frowned as she reminded her. She had always disliked strangers touching her and immediately wished to push her hand away.
 
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman was fierce. She seized Su Wan's sleeves and didn't want to let go.
 
"Nowadays, people don't practice buying and selling by force, do they?"
 
The low and deep male voice sounded in the shop. The person who spoke was like a born king. Just a light sentence uttered by him with his powerful tone made one wish to submit to him.
 
The lady shop owner's body trembled and she unconsciously loosened her grip on Su Wan's hand.
 
This handsome man looked so gentle when he stood beside Su Wan. How could he turn into a terrifying man in the blink of an eye?
 
The shop owner murmured in her heart for a while and her fierce look was replaced with a warm smile of a business woman. 
 
"Why don't I give you a fifty percent discount? This is a small business. I really can't lower the price anymore…"


After being betrayed by her fiancé and her cousin sister, she accidentally rescued an elegant but indifferent young master.  Never did she expect to marry him and surprised many!
“Sir, Young Madam took a fancy to an expensive jade.” 
He looked up and replied with a casual air, “No matter the price, buy it for her!”
“Sir, Young Madam is fighting with others!” 
His face darkened and he immediately ordered, “Get her a few more men.  Make sure she doesn’t lose.  How dare they bully my wife?”
“Sir, Young Madam has been reported having an affair with a man!” Upon hearing this, he could bear no more and dashed out without a second thought.


"What kind of bet!?" – Britney was glaring at Evan.

She couldn't comprehend how a countryside bumpkin with no cultivation, a person who spent a whole day reading books for children up to six years, was having so much confidence in himself. The fact that he was able to dodge the guard's attacks ten times straight was somewhat suspicious and one might even think of it as a heavenly luck has taken place, since most of the time he didn't even look at Matt's movements.

"To see who is the unlearned one here!?" – Evan looked deadly serious, and even a hint of offence was showing on his face.

Evan was planning to make some fun of the girl, since he found her interesting. Not only she didn't behave as your average bookworm girl would, while being shy and all, she even had the heaven defying "two little sisters". The fact that she tried to apologise in the first place showed how innocent she was, and Evan didn't doubt for a second that the girl was a twenty-ish years old virgin, since alpha has already told him the information.

[A cliché situation where a cheater deals with an arrogant character is exactly what I need to set up] – meeting such an interesting person, Evan thought it would worth to befriend her.

"Ridiculous!!! Even a blind person would see that you are speaking nonsense and what can I get from such a beggar when I win the bet!?" – Britney felt even more stupefied, the person in front of her obviously was a person of lowly birth, but the confidence he radiated even when faced with people like herself and her grandfather, wasn't shining even one less bit.

"Do you like poems!?" – Evan asked with cunningness in his voice.

"What would a countryside bumpkin know, I am a poet myself!" – poems were Britney's one of the favourite subjects. She was called a genius poet of the young generation and it was something that Britney was taking pride in.

Evan didn't mention poems as a random subject since he saw her reading a half-meter thick book of poems in the morning. With Evan's knowledge from previous world and alpha on his side, he could just randomly recite any number of the most famous poems that had conquered the hearts of billions of people through out the ages.

"What a coincidence, I am a very qualified poet as well, we can compare our poems!?" – Evan grinned from one ear to another.

"Shameless, how can such an unrefined muscle head be a poet!? There are millions of losers with a lack of talent, who think they can create poems, but actually are nothing more than jokes in my sight, for I am Britney Rotherford, from the Rotherford family" – Britney didn't even consider what Evan said seriously, since she was absolutely sure that no such muscular ugly looking guy without manners and scholarly aura around him would be a poet worthy of being called such. 

"Actions are always better than words. Hmhm…" – Evan cleared his throat, He finally knew the background of the girl. The Rotherford family were the epitome of literature, in every generation the family produced more and more renowed writers and poets that would create amazing pieces of literature. Evan undrestood that he could not do it halfhearted, so asked for alpha's help. Evan changed his cheeky expression to a sensual one and with a sweat voice started to recite the poem.

"I can't say "How" and "Why"  
I love you now, and, until I die.
….
"
Evan's voice was too sweat, his expression showed how deeply in love ge was, the words were so resonating with the very soul that Britney's very monster core was shaken.

"What a beautiful poem, It's on the same level as  grandfather's poems!?" – Britney was so overtaken, that she forgot that the reciting person was still the guy that she only a moment ago called an unlearned countryside bumpkin.

"…
  For I must love, because I live  The live itself is what it gives." 

*******************************************

Evan finished his recitation of the poem, his hands were at his chest as if trying to embrace his heart, his head was down, from time to time looking at Britney with a corner of an eye to see her reaction.

[Alpha, how was my performance!?] – Evan said in his mind.

{Calculating the similarity of the action to the simulated performance. Analyses completed. 76/100 points}

[What an actor I am, it was a perfect show, let me see how you are going to play to get hard now, Alpha…muwahahahah]

{Calculating influence over Britney Rotherford's . Analyses completed. 4/10 points}
 
"So, Miss Britney I suppose...by the way, my name is Evan... what do you think about my poem!?" – Evan said, seeing her expression that showed how thoroughly she was immersed into the thoughts about the poem.

"Aahh, what…you…how can it be you…I don't believe it…you definitively cheated…I....I won't accept it!" – Britney just came back to her senses. She was completely dumbfounded, and the obvious reaction of denial followed immediately after. The performance Evan just did was amazing, but the actor's looks didn't match the style or the words, which downgraded the performance. Everyone would get an image of a performer in their head when they enjoyed the show, and very ofter when the image didn't match the reality a large portion of the pleasure would disappear. Britney understood how good the poem was, and hence couldn't match it up with Evan. 

"Come on miss, it's a pleasure to meet you too, don't worry beauty, I believe you have the means to find out if I really cheated with the poem or not, and we still haven't started the bet, hence no terms were stated yet!" – Evan replied smiling.

"I…I…can't…" – while she was searching for words to reply, Evan interjected.

"My actions proved themselves. Since the reason for the disagreement between us was to see if I am unlearned or not, the best solution to check is literature. We can challenge each other on the topic of poems, I can give you 3 days to prepare." – Evan said still smiling, if one looked carefully into his eyes, they would notice a slight mischievousness.

"I…I agree, but when you lose, you will tell me who is the author of the poem is and give me all of the other poems of the grandmaster you have!" – Britney still didn't doubt that Evan didn't have anything to do with such a touching poem but couldn't be not curious about an author who could write such a touching poem about love.

"The poem's value are beyond of your immagination, but still I do agree. Do not judge people by what their looks. Do not underestimate anyone, these are the universal sayings that anyone under skies know about but only a handful use!" – Evan was shaking his head when he said it. It looked like he was disappointed with Britney actions, while he himself behaved like a person who gained wisdom of the world.

"Stop the bullshit. It is something you should say for yourself, do not underestimate the eyes of a professional poet!" – Britney got frustrated because Evan was trying to look like a sage. She could tell with a single glance that he was at most a beginner in poetry.

When one reached a certain level of mastery in poetry, the way they speak or even move would change and they would radiate a certain grace that learned people could immediately recognise.

"Do not participate in a war in which you can't win, therefore I will stop arguing. If I win, miss Britney, you will just wear the clothes that I will prepare for you, and great me with a waist bow, as if I were your Master!" – Evan said with smile on his face.

The conditions were quite absurd for Britney. However, since she never doubted even for a second that she would definitively win, she accepted the conditions. Britney knew by name all of the grandmaster poets that lived on the devil continent for the last thousand years and she never heard any poem similar to the one Evan just recited. She was sure, that Evan found some ancient poet's creation and therefore couldn't wait to read his great works.

"If that is all you want, Deal. No going back now, mister Evan! I will be getting an ancient poetry book, what a luck! Do not say I am bulling you to take the grandmaster's book from you. You were the one who suggested it first." – For the first time Britney started to smile, it was almost like she didn't hear the words Evan said about the clothes.

"Don't worry miss Britney, this young hero never tells lies. Then I will trouble you to prepare for the contest in 3 days, and keep the conditions a secret. Since we don't want your scary grandpa to come after my life again!" – Evan was smiling, his set up worked perfectly, and everything was according to his plan.   
 

Evan's soul transmigrated to another world, but it didn't seem to be an accident as you would usually expect in transmigration. His soul has overtaken a body that belonged to a third prince of the strongest country on the continent, called the Monster Empire. However, the prince for some reason was at the end of his life, he was poisoned using the most terrifying poison there is known on the entire continent. The prince once was the strongest person from the strongest country, but now lost all the power and only status is left.

The military strategist who was bad at poetry introduced his student. "Xu Cijiu, my student who excels in the art of war. He is a promising scholar."
Zhang Zhen kept his surprise to himself.
'You're not a poet, why have you volunteered yourself?'
Zhu Tuizi had thought the purple jade belonged to him when a student called out. Warily, he sized up the competition. However, when he saw that it was Xu Xinnian, his confidence rose again.
Zhu Tuizi only spared Xu Xinnian a glance.
They were classmates for years. Although they rarely interacted, they were aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Xu Xinnian was skilled in composing essays that discussed contemporary affairs, he also had a good grasp of military strategies. Poetry was not his strong suit.
The jade accessory was Zhu Tuizi's.
All eyes fell on Xu Xinnian as he basked in the attention. His eyes were far away, staring into the soft glow of the sun.
"Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day."
The national chess player, Li Baimu, stroked his white beard. The simple sentence was meant to set the scene but the words resonated in his chest.
"The north wind stirs the geese and snow."
It was almost winter. While snowfall had not begun, it was only a matter of time before the weather changed. There was no hyperbole in that sentence.
The imagery appeared in everyone's mind. The setting sun was blocked by a flurry of snow as the north wind roared—the sky was dotted with flying geese.
The two sentences painted an image befitting a farewell.
Zhang Zhen was surprised. In his many years of observing Xu Xinnian, the student showed little aptitude for poetry. These two seven-character sentences must have taken a lot of effort. If the whole poem was of this quality, Xu Xinnian might outperform Zhu Tuizi.
Among the three established Confucian scholars, Ziyang's Layman was the most skilled in the art of poetry. He ruminated on the words and felt sorrow in his heart.
A thousand miles, the sunset, the north wind, the flying geese, the flurry of snow… The setting was one of loneliness and desolation.
The poem sounded as if he was being banished, not promoted—and yet there was a certain charm in its sorrow.
His past achievements were acknowledged by the courts, therefore he was assigned to Qingzhou. However, would the powers of the Imperial College allow him to grow and prosper in the courts?
Would they stand by and watch as he built a foundation in the courts for the White Deer Academy?
An unknown fate awaited him in Qingzhou—the path ahead was uncertain.
Then, Xu Xinnian spread his arms apart. His handsome face glowed under the warm rays of the sun, unmarred and delicate.
With his arms wide open, he looked at Ziyang's Layman and recited loudly.
"Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
A hush fell over the pavilion and its surroundings.
A chill swept through the audience.
Zhu Tuizi's head turned stiffly to look at the erect Xu Xinnian.
"Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."Li Mubai applauded loudly. "Exceptional!"
The first two sentences evoked sadness, then the last two sentences changed the mood and lifted everyone's hearts and spirits.
Zhang Zhen kept his eyes on Xu Xinnian.
Ziyang's Layman was still caught up in the beauty of the poem, his heart was moved.
"A good one, really impressive," he mumbled.
The military strategist saw that his student did not continue his recital and asked, "What about the next half?"
A smirk tugged at Xu Xinnian's lips as he replied, "The poem exists in only half a stanza."
Only half a stanza?
The scholars were wide-eyed at the statement. This man performed a half-written poem?
"No matter, no matter. Half a stanza was sufficiently impressive," Ziyang's Layman said calmly. He wore a cheery smile as he asked, "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"
"No!"
Xu Xinnian maintained his proud demeanor in hopes to avoid their questions. His reluctance to elaborate would discourage further questions.
The smile on Ziyang's Layman's face widened. "No rush. This poem was meant for my farewell, right?"
Xu Xinnian nodded.
"Why don't I name it for you?"
Li Mubai and Zhang Zhen realized what he was doing and frowned as if they both tasted a lemon slice.
"How about 'Yang Gong's Farewell To Qingzhou At The Sheep's Pavilion'?" The elder looked expectantly at Xu Xinnian.
"Satisfactory!" Xu Xinnian called out. Noticing his lack of respect, he added. "As you please."
The two elders beside Ziyang's Layman made sounds of disapproval.
"Shameless thief."
"Tsk!"
"It is fate." Ziyang's Layman laughed heartily as he bowed at them with his hands folded.
In an era where poetry was a dying art, this poem would be revolutionary. It would be sung by every student and scholar of the realm.
The name of Ziyang's Layman was bound to the poem's title, and thus would be known throughout the lands.
If the poem survived the ages, his name would also be passed down generations and generations.
The quality of the poem made it highly likely to be well-received by all.
The two elders had called him shameless because Xu Xinnian was presenting this poem as a gift to a mentor. Technically, a courtesy name or art name should be used instead of a given name in the poem title. A given name should only be used in poems about one's peers and close friends.
Evidently, the man was too caught up with fame to feel the shame.
What was every scholar's dream? To cultivate oneself and bring peace to the empire? No, that was an ideal.
Throughout the ages, every scholar's biggest dream was to have their name carved into history.
The two elders were incredibly jealous.
As Xu Xinnian's mentor, Zhang Zhen had some doubts about the author of the poem but he stayed silent. He was happy for his student to receive praise from Ziyang's Layman.
As the three elders discussed, Xu Xinnian coughed to get their attention. "Respectfully, I must declare that the poem is not my work."
The discussion stopped.
The three esteemed scholars wore different expressions—surprise, shock and understanding.
Li Mubai was surprised.
Ziyang's Layman had the largest reaction. He took two steps forward and asked, "Who is the author? Is he from our academy? Is he here?"
He looked past Xu Xinnian as he scanned the crowd.
Xu Xinnian lifted his chin and said proudly, "It is my elder brother."
A chatter began among the student body.
"Xu Cijiu's brother?"
"Where does he study? I've never heard of him."
"If I remembered correctly, Xu Cijiu is the eldest of his family."
"Cijiu, what is your brother's name? Who is his mentor? Tell us. A poet of this caliber yet unknown to the academy?"
The students were eager to hear about this mysterious poet.
The three elders watched Xu Xinnian.
'Ah crap, I've been badly influenced by my father's impulsiveness. I shouldn't have revealed the existence of my impulsive brother.' The eagerness in the students' eyes made Xu Xinnian rethink his decision.
To be a scholar was to be the top of society, as shown by the haughty Xu Xinnian.
Those from the White Deer Academy were no exceptions.
If Xu Qian was a scholar, these people would sing praises and laudation. Revealing the poet was a constable would give rise to a negative reaction.
If a lowly constable could write such an exemplary seven-character poem, what of the scholars?
Xu Xinnian pushed through with his explanation. "My brother… He studies the scriptures at home and doesn't attend the White Deer Academy or the Imperial College. He is a simple man who doesn't want fame and prefers to be left alone to his works."
Such dedication was praiseworthy. The White Deer Academy students were pleasantly surprised as a gush of friendship filled their hearts.
Unsurprisingly, the purple jade was presented to Xu Xinnian. Ziyang's Layman bid the crowd farewell. In a burst of inspiration, he left them with a line before he entered the decorated carriage.
"Talents cannot be covered in dust, speak carefully in such times of peace. What do you say?"
The two other elders gave no response. Perhaps they understood but pretended not to. The crowd watched as the carriage ferried Ziyang's Layman away. After some time, Li Mubai tapped Xu Xinnian on the arm. The two men stepped aside to have a private conversation. "Cijiu, I suddenly have the urge to take in a disciple. If you are free today, can you introduce me to your brother?"
Zhang Zhen appeared and quickly said, "Cijiu, wouldn't it be great if you and your brother were under my tutelage?"
It did not matter if the man wrote any more poems. The main goal was not to let the talent be buried.
Perhaps the future had a famous poem titled, 'My Mentor, Zhang Zhen'.
Li Mubai argued, "Military strategy is not the main branch of study. Every scholar has to start with the scriptures, essay composition and self-cultivation."
"Oh? And chess is a main branch? A mentor who can't take a loss and has never won against Wei Yuan?" Zhang Zhen taunted.
"Shut your mouth, you old thief. Don't mention Wei Yuan in my presence. I have always cherished my talents, this student is mine."
"You old fool, you just want him for his poetry skills."
"Shameless! Watch me strike you down with my noble spirit."
"As if I can't do the same."
Xu Xinnian's head was heavy.
The students who stood a distance away were in shock. The two established Confucian scholars were red-faced as they argued—it looked as if a fight was about to break out.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


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