I wrote these poems 
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Episode 88 - Country of Music 2 'Eugene's unwanted spotlight'

The King raised his hand, motioning for the instrumentalists to play.
"Well, well." The King paused. Continuing, he spoke with sympathy in his voice. "Why don't you relax and release all your tension from your long trip by listening to some music?"
Before anyone could reject or refuse, he sternly added. "Please sit."
"...." Didn't we get tense because of you? Eugene rolled her eyes in her head, walking with the others to their stoned bench to sit.
Ario moved to the King's side and continued his introduction. "My King, this is Duke Earnest of the Marleigh family, and Duke Amos of the Rodriguez family. They are Xenperia's military general and Xenperia's Great Noble's." He motioned with his hands to Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez as he spoke.
"Welcome, Welcome!" The King spoke with a smile on his face. His previous prey-like behavior, no longer on display.
'Bi-polar?' Eugene blinked at the King's sudden change of character.
"Thank you very much for inviting us. We will be in your majesty's hospitality for the next five days." The quiet Duke of Marleigh spoke, nodding his head to the King.
'The quiet man will take care of all the talks this week?' Eugene looked at Duke Marleigh in surprise. Even Louis, Ron, Aeselak, and Euria looked at Duke Marleigh in shock.
"Hm!" The Emperor hummed, nodding to Duke Marleigh.
Motioning to the children, Ario continued. "These are the 8 Paladin of Xenperia, L-"
"I know who they are." The King cut Ario, raising his hands to stop him from speaking.
'Again?' Eugene glanced at the King and Ario in suspicion. Raising her eyebrows, she thought back to the Chinese drama her former manager forced her to watch.
The King was rude. But his rudeness was the type of rudeness of a typical romance-tragedy tv genre. He was like those overbearing male-lead characters doing the wrong things to get his female-lead.
'Hmm..' Eugene rubbed her chin, turning her detective radar on.
According to her insights, men in these types of shows treat the person they fancy badly because the person they fancy doesn't return their romantic feelings. Seeing as to how the King always stopped Ario from talking, or when he showed the whole world he just bedded four men, this theory was definitely right!
'So when he showed those four men to everyone, it wasn't to us, but Ario huh?' Eugene finally concluded.
'Ario sure is brave to refuse the King's advances.' Eugene glanced at Ario.
Ario was currently smiling gently towards them, as if nothing was wrong, as if he was never interrupted. To this Eugene wanted to laugh!
'Ahh.. this King!' Eugene shook her head in her mind. 'Even though he stands above everyone, is a Supreme leader who commands overall, he still can't get a man he likes!' Eugene gently tapped on the stone-bench she was sitting on in fascination with this situation.
"A pity.." Eugene mumbled to herself, not knowing that the two Dukes heard her.
_
"Do you know how to play instruments, or write poems?" The King spoke to the Dukes, his eyes closed as if he was enjoying the harps playing in the background.
"No, Your Majesty. We are military men, so we are not familiar with these types of arts." Duke Rodriguez replied in honesty. All he knew was military drills. Poems and music was not something he touched.
"Ahh.." The King hummed. "So, you love blood and those explosion weapons?" The King raised his brows in question.
"And the children?" The King continued, being persistent on this subject. Glancing at a grey-like-white hair boy, he pointed. "Sure enough, you know one or the other?" The King smiled. His smile hinted that he had no expectations what-so-ever.
"I only know how to play the key," Louis honestly replied. And sure enough, the King's grin got wider.
"However," Louis looked at the King blankly. "When it comes to poems, my sister seems to be well versed at, Your Majesty."
"....." The King dropped his grin. "Hmm.." Chuckling, he questioned. "Your sister?" He glanced at the two identical girls. One had grey eyes, and the other had blood-colored eyes.
"Hahaha!" The King suddenly laughed! "I shall look forward to your sister's poem then!" The King lazily held his face with his hands as he laughed. Within a second, he ceased all laughter, becoming serious all of a sudden.
"If they don't live up to expectations, you know what that entails… right?" The King raised his brows at Louis, attempting to scare the little boy.
"..." Eugene blinked, blankly staring at Louis and the King. 'By sister… Did Louis mean her and Euria?' Eugene tilted her head to the side. ' So.. Euria is good at poems?' Eugene turned towards Euria who was stuffing her mouth with grapes.
Realisation hit her! 'No.. he meant her!' Eugene sharply turned her head towards Louis!
'Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait, one minute! What do 'you know what that entails' mean??!?!?' Eugene rapidly blinked her eyes.
Even Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez were staring at Louis in shock!
"Yes Your Majesty, I understand." Louis's lips raised.
'What do you mean you understand?! For what reasons am I involved in this situation!? Am I going to be executed if I don't live up to expectations?!?! And most importantly, why are you smiling!??' Eugene's head exploded with questions! She wants Louis killed right this moment!
"Alright then!" The king replied happily, not giving a chance for Eugene to refuse! The King then motioned for the men playing the harp to come over.
On their way, the men grabbed papers and ink before walking to the King. Handing the things to Ario, Ario then handed multiple papers to Louis who then forced it into Eugene's hands.
"....." Eugene who suddenly received the tools glared at Louis before glancing at her opponents sitting across her. They too were staring at her, gently smiling.
"Alright then, shall we begin?" The King excitedly waved his sleeves for everyone to begin.
"Haa…" Eugene sighed, giving in to the current situation. What can a small girl like her do anyway? She picked up her brush and before she could think, the King spoke again.
"Oh, as for the rewards. This King will grant you anything you want." Continuing, he added. "The loser… well… The loser should take a swim around the lake? Hahaha!" The King boldly announced, shocking everyone in the room.
"YOUR MAJESTY!" Ario shouted, jumping up in shock!
Startled, the King furrowed his eyebrows at Ario. "You spooked me. Why are you raising your voice as if it's not a good idea?" The King raised his brows in question.
"....." Ario looked down.
"Reply." The King threatened.
With his head down, Ario softly replied. "It's nothing."
"...." Eugene glanced back and forth between the two. 'Well, swimming in the lake during summer is nothing.' Eugene optimistically thought. 'But then again, why would I lose?'
She glanced at Ario who was shifting around in discomfort and the King smiling, pleased because of Ario's reaction.
Eugene silently shook her head before feeling a nudge on her waist. Turning, she saw Aernest looking at her worriedly.
'Quickly write!' Aernest silently communicated, sending a telepathic message to Eugene.
'I know!' Eugene telepathy back.
Glancing at her blank paper, Eugene sighed again.
She wasn't one who cared much about poems but because of her career, many of her lines had to be poetic. Some roles required her to say elegant and sophisticated sentences. 'Ha...Those days were tiring.' Eugene daydreamed.
'I'm sorry poets! I shall steal your poems!' Eugene made up her mind. In deep thoughts, she twirled around her clean brush. 'Long poems were boring, but short poems wouldn't look good.'
The paper-cloth they gave her was thin and transparent. It was roughly the size of her whole body.
'What poem is appropriate in this setting?' Eugene tapped her brush, hesitating about what poems she should use. She had way too many options! She could use poems from her scripts, or famous poems everyone knows!
"Hmmm.." Eugene heard a hum. Glancing towards the noise, she saw the King smiling towards the poets who were currently acting shy and coy. Their faces were red and looked as if they were deeply in love with the King.
'..... Hello? Why are you flirting mid-competition?' Eugene frowned. 'Were they taking me lightly?' Eugene's mood dropped.
"Ha. Ha," Eugene suddenly laughed, an idea popping into her head. Should she write down poems about H.I.V, and that practicing un-safe xxx would lead to unwanted diseases?!? SHOULD SHE?!?
The loving atmosphere is too cringy! Should she destroy it with this brush and paper!?
"I'm finished." A soft voice suddenly announced.
Glancing up, Eugene stared at the Poet who was also looking in Eugene's direction. The mock in his eyes when he saw that Eugene's paper was pale of any ink. '... That's it, I'm executing you.' Eugene silently thought.
"I'm done too, Your Majesty" The 2nd poet also announced. Unlike the first poet, he never glanced at Eugene but only at Ario's direction.
'The jealous type.' Eugene's detective radar actively picked on.
"Alright then, begin when you are ready." The King smiled, motioning for the first poet to read out his poem.
Before the poet began to read, the Dukes and the Paladins worriedly glanced Eugene's way. They were anxious because she hasn't written anything yet. Even Louis, the culprit behind the scenes, furrowed his eyebrows.
Eugene shook her head to relay that everything was alright. Putting her brush down, she glanced across the room to the Poet who stood up to read.
'Everything is alright.' She didn't need to write to remember her poems. She was, after all, using poems from her former world. Besides, she was going to decide which poems to use after her opponents finished reciting. This way, she will have the advantage to counter their attacks and win!
The 1st poet nodded to the King, indicating that he was ready.
"You may begin." The King replied, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to listen.
"Yes, Your Majesty" The 1st poet with bobbed hair replied.
Shifting his body towards the guests, he began in a sad, sorrowful voice that came up from nowhere.
"Let your children be flowers,
Free from pains and hardships,
Oh, god, overestimations,
Lead to eternal sleep,
Regrets and pains,
Are not worth your greed.
Innocent innocent flowers,
We pray for thoust loss"
The bobbed hair man ended, swiping tears that dripped down from the corner of his eyes.
"....." Everyone stopped breathing.
Eugene felt her face dropping. With a face devoid of any emotions, she glanced at the people sitting beside her.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez's faces were completely black. Even Louis and Aedelak who normally didn't show any emotions looked stiff.
The poem roughly translates to:
"Let your children be flower" - 'Let the children be children.'
"Free from pains and hardships" - 'Free the children from adult's war.'
"Oh, god, overestimations." - 'You're overestimations.'
"Lead to eternal sleep" - 'Will kill your children.'
"Regrets and Pain" - 'You will regret and face the worst agony'
"Are not worth your greeds" - 'Their death isn't worth adult's greed.'
"Innocent innocent flowers" - 'The children are innocent.'
"We pray for thoust loss" - 'We pray for your loss'
The last line of the poem was problematic. They weren't dead yet, yet the poem was praying for their loss. This was something that should never be said to someone who was still alive, as it brings bad luck. Not to mention, the poem was certain that they were going to die.
"Young Miss." Aedelak softly muttered. She broke character and publicly glared at Louis for putting Eugene into this situation!
Clenching his hand for 2 seconds to release his unwanted emotion, Louis glanced at Eugene. To his surprise, Eugene was smiling as if she was holding in her laughter.  Following her gaze, Louis saw that the King too had the same reaction.
Like Eugene, the King of Zene almost burst out laughing. Sending love eyes to the poet, began to clap in acknowledgment.
This action of his made Eugene lean for her STD poems even more!
Eugene looked at Ario who had the same dark expression as Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez. The three stayed silent, looking as if their mouths were stuffed with paper.
"What's wrong? What's happening, sister?" Aernest noticed the dark atmosphere and asked.
"Hmm... They are sick." Eugene replied, loud enough for the people sitting on her side to hear. By sick, Eugene meant mentally ill.
"Sick? What sickness?" Euria furrowed her eyebrows and asked. Her cheeks, now stuffed with watermelon.
"Hmm.." Eugene pondered for a moment before replying in all seriousness. "This sickness is in the head. It's called being mentally dysfunctional or mentally disabled. They only contract this sickness when one feels inferior to you."
Eugene smiled, knowing what poem she was going to use to counter.
"Huh? I don't understand what you are saying, sister." Euria drooped chin, displaying her double chin publicly.
Eugene shook her head, her eyes conveying that Euria was too young to understand.
"Sister, I also do not get it!" Aernest chimed in, seeing that Eugene wasn't going to elaborate further. She was always like this, using difficult words that he couldn't understand when they were around people of older age! She becomes a different person when she meets different people, especially when she encounters people she dislikes!
Eugene softly sighed, before explaining. "They are sad people. Every day, every year, every second, they are sad people. People we should pity!" Eugene explained in simple terms. "Their heads are broken into many pieces."
".....Psh…" Ron Graeme snorted, unable to hold back his laughter.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez too had a hard time holding in their laughter. They were worried for Eugene but seeing her saying that the people across from them are basically retards, they felt relief. She was still alright with the competition!
Elbowing Louis, Ron Graeme whispered. "Your sister is amazing. So young yet as sharp as a sword. I really don't want to be the one she talks about! It's too hurtful!"
Louis shook his head. He was worried over nothing. In these types of situations, Eugene was the best person to play. And that was simply because she was young yet sharp.
Because she was young, she could get away with anything and that was why he had Eugene be put in the spotlight instead of him…
Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to see Eugene give up…

On her last breath, she thought, "it wouldn't matter if I died." But when her eyes opened again, a baby clinged onto her out of nowhere. They said it was her twin sister!?-Cross that- She became a baby? -Cross that- A whole bunch of clingy family members popped out of nowhere! After her brain started functioning as- per-normal she realised….

‘My career is useless in this world.’
‘What nation’s most beloved actress?’

USELESS USELESS USELESSSS!
She’ll be killed if she doesn’t fight!

But as the years went by…

‘CAPTAIN! Your younger sister got caught in a minefield!’
‘WHATTTTTTTT!!!!!!’

‘COLONEL! Your brother’s hair is caught on fire!!’
‘WATER! WATER! GET WATER!’

But why…
Can they not leave her alone!?!
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Disclaimer: This novel starts with the MC as a baby. A fluffy start you may say. Age progresses every book!
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A heart warming yet bloody story about an alexithymia actress (A person incapable of feeling emotions) reincarnating into another world to restart her life all over again. Unbeknownst to her, there was something else seriously wrong with her body plus this world wasn't peaceful like her former world! What can, she, an actress, do but grit her teeth to become stronger! She can't just die again!

The carriages reached the academy. The first carriage headed to the right while the second and third carriage headed to the left. There was a differentiation in the academy for both boys and girls, one is in the building at the right while the other one is in the building on the left.
Wei Liuying leaned to the window and peeked out. The buildings that were designed for women were bright in color. It was a large two-story building with a size that was capable of holding a thousand people or so inside. Some women had come out as they giggled around the area.
"We've arrived."
"I'm first," Wei Zilin said succinctly and alighted down the carriage. Her servant was already ready to help her out.
On the other hand, Wei Liuying was not in a hurry. She waited patiently until her sister had come out before she alighted down. Her dress fluttered slightly along with her movement, but it was done elegantly.
Learning how to walk was one of the few things that noble girls have to do. Wei Liuying had learned martial arts with her brother, so it was not that hard for her to adapt to the change in pace that she needed to do when studying in the academy. However, her walking was still a bit stiff at times because she had gotten used to men's style.
Tep.
As Wei Liuying stepped out, her gaze swept over the area. Her clear black eyes scanned her surroundings carefully as if she wished to engrave everything to her mind. It was a picturesque scene with a beauty standing with an exquisite carriage behind her.
"Miss, it's almost time for class," Xiao Qing reminded.
Wei Liuying slightly nodded and turned around slowly. Even though her movements were slow, it was the picture of elegance.
There were many other noble ladies in the academy, but they all avoided Wei Liuying. Some of them greeted Wei Zilin and laughed together, but not a single one of them wanted to stay with Wei Liuying.
However, she didn't care.
It was always like this.
Servants were not allowed to come inside, so Wei Liuying had to enter by herself. Her steps were making a steady pace as she headed inside. Her chin was lifted up as her gaze swept the classroom. It was a big classroom, but there were only twenty to thirty young ladies who came to study here.
Most of them didn't even bother to attend the academy because it was expensive. Besides, the only reason why the academy was built was in order to let these ladies meet with each other regardless of their status. Officials all have a different status, but as long as they have enough money, they could send their children to the academy.
Those who couldn't attend will have to be satisfied with either calling the teacher or the parents teaching their children by themselves.
Wei Liuying picked a seat on the back and silently took out her poetry book. It was filled with many poetries that were compiled from Emperor Gao's era. It was also the book that they have to memorize.
"Everyone, quiet down," a woman in her middle age ordered as she walked into the class. Everyone quickly closed their mouth as they put their attention to the front of the class. The teacher was quite strict, and no one wanted to be the one to receive the bad end from this teacher today.
She smiled. "I remember assigning you all to read and memorize 108 Poetry from the poem compilation of Emperor Gao's reign. Now, put your books away, and I want you to recite two poems that you remember from the book. No one is allowed to recite the same poems as the others. Remember, I also want you to recite with heart and not only reading words."
"Yes."
With that, they all began to recite one by one. On the back, Wei Liuying silently thought to herself when she listened. Before long, all the poems that she had read and memorized were already uttered out.
'Great, I don't remember the rest anymore.'
As more and more ladies have already recited theirs, the few who sat on the back were now in a difficult position. They couldn't remember any poem that the others hadn't recited.
"Teacher You, I really don't know the others," one student said with a beet red face.
Teacher You frowned. She turned her head to the other four students, including Wei Liuying. However, each of them shook their heads. The reason why they all picked the back seat was simply because they were all unable to follow the class well.
"This is only the beginning, and you already can't answer?" Teacher You scowled.
"I'm sorry, Teacher."
Examination occurred in Winter, which was just a few days ago. The only reason why they were still told to come to the academy was simply in order to have some review because next year, they would have a different teacher. Some teachers used the last week to have fun, but some teachers like this often made use of this time to teach more lessons to the students.
Teacher You's gaze landed on Wei Liuying, who had the highest status among the last few students. In the examination back then, Wei Liuying scored the lowest, barely passable because of how poor it was.
"Third Miss Wei, can't you answer?"
Wei Liuying's eyes flickered. "I'm sorry, Teacher You, but I don't remember any other poems."
Some girls snickered while the rest hushed them up. The highest position among the officials were either chancellors or prime ministers. Wei Hong, Wei Liuying's father, was the Prime Minister of Right, which was a very high position. Because of that, his children were all in the limelight.
However, Wei Liuying continued to make his heart boil in anger over and over again. It was to the point that he had utterly given up on her and no longer cared about her. However, in front of an outsider, she was simply the disgrace of the Wei Family.
Teacher You frowned. "Since you can't remember, then you should copy the entire poem book. Before you finish, you're not allowed to go home."
"Yes, Teacher You."
A female servant came to bring some bamboo scrolls for Wei Liuying. She picked it and started to copy with her head down, completely disregarding everything that occurred around her. She had long known that it was impossible for her to be good in two studies at the same time. She had to focus on one and forgot about the other one.
Teacher You turned her head and looked at Wei Zilin. "In that case, Second Miss Wei, can you recite another poem?"
"Of course," Wei Zilin replied energetically and stood up. She positioned herself before fluent words flowed out of her mouth. It was clear that she must have spent a long time just in order to study yesterday.
Afterwards, Teacher You pointed to several others, and in the end, only a few of them managed to memorize all 108 poems. Of course, it all didn't have anything to do with Wei Liuying, who was busy copying all the poems from the book.
No one cared for her either.

“Future will only set in stone when it becomes the present.”

Wei Liuying is a concubine daughter in Prime Minister’s Residence. A lowly existence with barely anyone who cares for her. She had to rely on her wits and manipulate others to stay alive.

When the main daughter suddenly changed overnight, the others were dragged to keep up with her pace. Wei Liuying was no exception, and she had to adapt to the sudden power structure’s shift inside the residence.
The main daughter laughed and looked at her with contempt, “Trying to scheme at me who knows everything like the back of my hand? You’re nothing more than a villain who’ll die a miserable death.”

When the only one who cared for her was harmed by her father and so-called family, Wei Liuying laughed to Heaven as tears trailed on her cheek. 
“If you truly wish for me to be the villain, fine. I’ll be one.”

In the midst of the raging flames of succession’s war and rebellions, Wei Liuying had to stand up for herself and fight for her survival.


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An Unlikely Christmas
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Self - Help:
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Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















Selected comments for other books:


"Hello DSPais, thank you for this nice short sensible book. I bought your kindle for 99 cents and have already read it in ten minutes! I really like your approach of creative visualization. I weighed 91 kg and reduced to 72 kg but have increased back to 78 kg now, so am interested in ways to reinforce good diet and practice psychology of weight loss, especially just reducing amount of food. I will try your recipe of apple cider vinegar before meals. Reading your short book has helped me to focus my mind on good habits."
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"Read Matters of the Heart today. Beautifully written."
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

"Reading the Repeated Failures Book. Found a few good points".
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"I read your book; it is nice in the way people can relate to as people face the same issues in their everyday life"
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"I read your book on how to lose weight…..so nicely written. All your steps are very easy and normal to follow."
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"For a nice experience, turn to Beauty of the Night Surrounds Me, where we find this: "When the Sun has worn her evening gown; /The wind is gushing her wings /and around me, the lark sings. I should also mention Journey of an Individual, which is about meeting after a long-distance relationship.  Pais is from a culture different from mine, and this poem gives an insight into another world view – which, like yours and mine, includes love and hope."
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"Ten poems is a small taste of a promising writer. I will content myself with a couple of comments. The opening poem, An Odd Encounter with Fate, is a narrative of how a relationship that seems a total non-starter can later catch up with both individuals. For a tough poem, turn to Infidelity. Here Pais begins to reach into your gut. Finally, Season of Love is a nice and gentle romantic poem. I should mention that Pais generally rhymes, exactly or closely. For those who prefer careful stanzas, that is a plus you will get from this book."
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"Now, let's go into what I enjoyed about "Poems." This short collection did what many others have not, and what many short stories try to do but aren't able to do; it made me feel. These poems individually but collectively made me feel so much. If you have ever felt love and know the joy and pains of what it is to love someone, then the first one is touching. I do not think D.S wrote either poem one or poem four for that matter, about the type of people I lost that I loved and that this poem reminded me of. I think hers was intended more romantic and less the love I had for the family members I miss. But there is this line at the end that touched my soul near the end and reminded me immediately of the pain of the loss of love that I still shoulder. With everything taken into consideration with my math, I'm Scoring "Poems" with a score of 92/100. That is a five-star review on Goodreads and Amazon."
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This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
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The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
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Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

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!

"Don't you know?" Su Ruirui was happy to answer the question for her on the side, "You weren't here yesterday and the teacher told us to prepare for a test." 
"You have to take the test back to correct your mistakes, your parents have to sign it too." 
Ye Sang heard that signature was needed, she recalled her three dog-like fathers and her hair shot up anxiously. 
The little girl asked nervously, "Will they hit my butt if I don't do well for the test?" 
Ye Niannian recalled himself getting beaten up by his parents and he nodded heavily and explained as someone with past experience, "Not only that but also a beating from the socialists."
Ye Sang, who just gotten her butt hit a day ago: "..." 
 *
Ms. Liu frowned lightly and saw the bunch of kids sitting together. She slapped the table and warned: "Su Ruirui, Ye Niannian! What are you two doing?" 
"Go back to your own spots. I'll be handing out test papers as we are having a small test." 
She smiled gently. After all the children sat down, she cleared her throat.
"Here. The time limit is half an hour and all the questions are simple. You've all been here for a month now, you can work on these questions." 
Those children who didn't want to do the test rested on their desks bitterly without any energy. 
Not long after getting the test paper, the little thing already felt sleepy. 
Ms. Liu glanced at all the turnip heads and sat down on the teacher's desk, started to scroll through her phone out of boredom. 
... 
When the teacher wasn't paying attention, Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian exchanged glances with each other and started passing notes silently. 
During this time, Ye Sang watched the two passing cheats naturally like flowing water in confusion. 
The little thing swayed her head and saw the last question, as well as questions regarding comprehension of poems, her cat eyes lit up. 
She knows how to write poems! 
And comprehension too. 
No one knew what gave Ye Sang the confidence but even she thought that she had a gift in literature and language. 
The little thing lowered her head and started to work on the questions seriously. Shen Yan'an freed some time to look at the idiot and found she was doing math questions on the other side of the paper. 
The little girl was rather confident. She scribbled away but got most of them wrong. 
Shen Yan'an lips twitched and he couldn't bear to watch it anymore, "You got everything wrong." 
He pointed at the test lightly with his fingers, "Here, this equals eighteen, and that's seven." 
"This is multiply and division, not addition and subtraction." 
It was obvious that the little thing never learned how to multiply and divide. 
But Ye Sang refused to listen. 
The boy stared at her still young and innocent face, and with her confident scribbles, he asked after a moment of silence, "Sis, did Piaorou give you confidence when you did these questions?" 
#Use Piaorou, gain confidence#
When the two were staring at each other, Ye Niannian already finished his test and secretly passed it to Ye Sang, whispering, "Ye Sangsang, I'll let you borrow my test." 
Shen Yan'an glanced at him and glanced thinking that they must be true love. 
However, Su Ruirui's voice came from the other side too, "Borrow mine, I came first in class before!" 
Ye Niannian panicked, "What about being first? You only got two marks higher than me?" 
"Sangsang already said that she likes my test." 
Ye Sang, who was forced into liking it. "..." No, she didn't. 
Su Ruirui howled back, refusing to accept it, "You are farting, Ye Sangsang obviously likes mine more." 
"Look at the things you wrote." 
Ye Niannian was infuriated, "Get out of here. Look at your incoherent poems and compositions, what makes you the face to criticize me?" 
The boy stood up from his stool angrily. 
He pouted and finally read it out, "The light rain continued and continuously rained, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter pitter patter patter..." 
"What? There's no end to your rain pitter pattering? Don't you know how to change up your vocabulary?" 
Su Ruirui blushed, "..." Damn it. 
Because the two children were too angry and didn't keep their voices down, the entire class heard their strange conversation. 
The teacher put her head on the desk and almost lost herself from laughing so hard. 
Su Ruirui breathed deeply and yelled back because he felt he just lost face, "And what about you? Your incoherent poem? A tree of pear blossoms pressing down a tree of blooming begonia, a spray of red apricot blossom has already reached over the wall?[1] Your literature teacher can't keep her coffin lid shut anymore!!" 
Ms. Liu: "..." 
"..." Ye Niannian felt humiliated. 
He made his final struggle, "Mine's called being artistic, you know your hammer." 
Su Ruirui fought back, "Mine's called reduplication, you know your ass." 
Great. 
The two stuck to their own version and started an argument because of a stupid test. 
The teacher forced down the urge of twitching her lips as she was dying from laughing at these two brats. 
"Ahem." Ms. Liu cleared her throat and gestured to them to be quiet, "You are in the middle of a test, you dare to pass your test around?" 
"Don't you know that counts as cheating?" 
Su Ruirui argued back, "It's not called cheating." 
Mr. Liu raised an eyebrow, "What is it then?"
Ye Niannian replied justly, "It's called referencing and borrowing!" 
Ms. Liu: "..." What a bunch of naughty brats. 
They were really close to making her laugh.
The woman took over the children's papers and raised an eyebrow while forcing her laughter back, "You want Sangsang to reference your tests with something like this?" 
Ms. Liu looked through it carefully and couldn't help but to laugh as she pointed at the test, "The last question is a poem composition and you can freely express what you want, but read it out for me in a loud voice, what did you two write?" 
The boys exchanged a glance with each other. 
They didn't know what to write the last composition question so they "unified their culture". 
The two unhappily pouted, "Miss, what's wrong with it?" 
Didn't she say they could express themselves freely? 
Of course they could write whatever they want. 
Other children might not even rhyme as well as them. 
Ms. Liu gave the test back to them and asked the children to read out their "shared" answer, "Okay my babies, read your answer out and enlighten the others." 
She didn't even hide the amusement and tease in her voice. 
"..." Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian exchanged a glance with each other and frowned slightly. Under the teacher's abuse of authority, they unwillingly dragged their voices on. 
The two echoed with each other without energy,
Ye Niannian swayed his head as he read: "An expert in the mortal world…...[2]" 
"... Defeated in the underworld." 
"Dead in the mortuary." 
Su Ruirui slowly continued, "... Brothers cool AF." 
They both read the last line aloud, "Ascend to heaven after death." 
[1] two separate idioms about cheating
[2] A children's chant which rhymes at the end


Ye Sang’s five daddies were all villains wicked beyond redemption who were doing bad things in the world. Eventually, they were all killed by the male lead! 
And so, she had to hug onto their thighs tightly to prevent them from courting disasters and instead rise to the peak of their lives. 
…… 
Number one, the biggest influence in the business industry: “The weather’s getting cold, it is time for the Duan family to be bankrupt.” 
Number two, the smartest villain: “Imma teach that Duan guy a lesson today.” 
Number three, a genius in the medical field: “I’ve reincarnated and I will make him pay.” 
Number four, the god of Esports, and number five, the god of acting: “Today, only one shall fall and one shall stand.” 
Their little ball silently hugged one of their thighs. Daddy, Sangsang hungry~ 
All the villains who were on their way to take revenge immediately thought, ... screw that, I’m busy spending time with my daughter! 
And then, the entire City A found out that these five vicious and merciless villains weren’t scared of anything but their daughter crying. 
Everyone who saw this thought, ...wait, why does this scene look so strange? 
Why are all these great villains busy raising their daughter? 
…… 
All these villains who could cover the sky with their hands never thought that the cute daughter they raised could be stolen by the Duan family’s little wolf!!! 
Duan Jinyan hugged the girl tightly in his arms, “Why are you running? Sangsang, call me brother and my everything will belong to you.” 


"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.

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