The eldest son is fierce

The whole place fell into deathly silence!

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at Emperor Yanwen in shock. Some were stunned, some were dumbfounded, and some were on the verge of tears...

What did the emperor say?

Is Tang Yi a little poet?

Tang Yi is actually the Little Poet Fairy? !

Isn't Tang Yi Xiaoshixian's stand-in? How can he be the real one?

"How was it? Was it a surprise?"

Emperor Yanwen looked at the shocked expressions of the crowd and pretended to be shocked: "What? Don't tell me you don't know! I told you the truth from the beginning."

"Tang Yi is my little poet! Why are you still so shocked?"

Haha, I just like seeing this expression on your face. It’s worth my hard work in protecting Tang Yi for so long… Emperor Yanwen was already so happy that he almost couldn’t help but jump up on the spot.

Ministers such as Liu Wen and Zhao Ke, as well as envoys from various embassies, realized they had been tricked upon hearing this. They were so angry that they almost jumped up and wanted to challenge Emperor Yanwen to a duel.

We all knew from the beginning that Tang Yi was the Little Poet Fairy, and it was you who misled us by making him a substitute for the Little Poet Fairy.

You're still asking us with a look of shock, how come we didn't know this? This is really heartbreaking!

"Hmph, I told you a long time ago that my brother is the Little Poet Immortal." Tang Yin added angrily.

"My poem about beauty was also written by the Fourth Young Master Tang." Du Lingfei raised the corners of her lips slightly and agreed softly.

The poem about beauty that Tang Yi casually wrote to her that day had already spread throughout Kyoto, but because of the need to hide Tang Yi's identity, the title of the poem decided at that time was not used.

So far, we only know that this poem was written to a maid, and no one knows that this poem was written to her.

"Qingping Diao: Presented to Du Lingfei"!

Now, the world can finally know that this poem was written for her.

"Haha, Tang Yi, I know everything except what others know. I can't share it with others, and it almost suffocated me to death!"

"I can attest that he is the Little Poet Immortal!"

"That poem I used to slap you in the face on Zhuangyuan Street that day, which was meant to embolden me, was written by this kid."

Di Cang put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky in ecstasy.

During this time, he knew the truth, but he couldn't share it with others, which almost drove him crazy.

"I can also prove that I am actually the Little Poet..."

Tang Yi held the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand and looked at the whole audience with disdain: "Now, are you trustworthy?!"

Looking at Tang Yi, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

With the emperor and Di Cang personally testifying, even if they didn't believe it, they had no choice but to accept the fact.

Tang Yi is the little poet!

"Tang Yi is the Little Poet Immortal? How is this possible? How can he be worthy of being called the Little Poet Immortal?" The prince, who had been watching the fun, finally broke down his guard.

He doesn't accept this answer!

Tang Yi is just trash, and trash belongs in the trash dump. This is his definition and conclusion of Tang Yi.

Now, Emperor Yanwen actually told him that his conclusion was wrong.

Tang Yi is a little poet, a little poet who is famous in Kyoto!

Are you kidding me? !

"Impossible, this is impossible, impossible!"

Tang Jing suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Yi standing in front of Emperor Yanwen. He was like being struck by lightning and was almost petrified on the spot.

His mind went blank and his thoughts stopped at that moment.

In his impression, Tang Yi has always been a cowardly and incompetent gossip-mongering waste. He has no talent and no manners. He is not even worthy of carrying shoes for his eldest son Tang Hua.

Now, he is actually the Little Poet!

The little poet who turned the political situation into a mess with just a few poems!

The little poet who stood up for the military commanders and crushed them in the face with a few poems!

This is impossible, Your Majesty must have made a mistake!

Your Majesty must have made a mistake... Tang Jing found it hard to accept.

"No, he's a waste, he's a waste! How can a waste be a little poet?"

Yan Shuangyu was also stunned at this time, her eyes were as big as two copper bells, and her face was full of disbelief.

What did your Majesty say? Tang Yi was the Little Poet Fairy? The Little Poet Fairy whose fame was so great in Kyoto that countless people wanted to meet her?

This is impossible. Tang Yi has been watched closely by her in the past few years. She doesn't give him any free time every day and makes him exhausted every day.

He has never even touched a book, and he can't even recognize all the words. How can he be a little poet?