The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 49 The jujube-colored horse and fragrant carriage arrive, and the talented woman is stunned upon ascending the mountain!

Am I really that awesome?

No way!

Li Congxin was still a little incredulous himself. Since that was the case..., he looked at the two beauties beside him and said with a smile, "Since you two are accompanying me, I will also give each of you a poem."

Chu Feige is the chosen one of this vast world, the woman of destiny, originally of noble birth...

Issusu is his childhood sweetheart and younger cousin; she is considerate, beautiful, and adorable...

Try to think... Boom—!

boom--!

A surge of inspiration flowed forth, and the Weeping Heaven Sword and the Questioning Heaven Spear flew toward a pair of distant cliffs respectively.

Like earthworms in spring and snakes in autumn, they soar and dance on the cliff face.

"A Gift to Feige".

"At the dawn of her life, she stands out from the crowd, her beauty unparalleled, her destiny boundless. Her captivating face shatters the illusions of the world. A graceful beauty, her fate unmatched!"

"A gift for Su Su."

"With delicate eyebrows and eyes, a charming voice and a captivating smile, may you be warm in the depths of winter and free from the chill of spring; may your smile be as beautiful as a flower, and may all your desires be fulfilled."

As he finished writing the last word, Li Congxin waved his sleeve, and the Weeping Heaven Sword and the Questioning Heaven Spear, which had flown back with a sharp whistle, were returned to the system warehouse.

"Hmm, the decorations are almost done." Then, Li Congxin muttered to himself, "With such beautiful scenery and poetry, my Yiran Peak seems to have a more refined air."

He continued walking slowly towards his residence with his hands behind his back.

Only Chu Feige and Yi Susu stood there.

Looking at the words on the cliff face in the distance, the two women had completely different expressions. One was moved, her beautiful eyes filled with tears; the other had a sweet smile on her face.

From the poems, Chu Feige, who had been captured and brought here, truly felt that Li Congxin never looked down on her; on the contrary, he praised her highly and respected her status.

In his heart, he couldn't help but admire and respect Li Congxin more and more.

Despite his terrifying background, immense power, and unparalleled charisma, he was remarkably humble, unassuming, and unpretentious. He was neither domineering nor arrogant.

As for Issu, the phrase "May your smile be as beautiful as a flower, may all your wishes come true" immediately made her heart bloom like a flower, and her face also blossomed like a flower.

sweet!

So sweet!

The two were completely absorbed by the writing on the cliff face and did not notice Li Congxin. Just then, Li Congxin suddenly stumbled.

[Ding! You gifted Yisu a poem, triggering a thousandfold return. You have received 1000 poems from the system.]

[Ding! You gifted Chu Feige a poem, triggering a thousandfold return. You have received 1000 poems from the system.]

Li Congxin: "..."

I was sweating profusely.

Are you sick?

Is this system jealous?

It's one thing to deal with real matter, but I never expected it wouldn't even let go of this ethereal and intangible spiritual matter, and it even dared to stand up and challenge me.

"Then I wrote it. It's one thing to involve outsiders, but you and I, the host, also have to be involved?"

Li Congxin was speechless, and curled his lip: "Who wants your poems? You're a system that can write poems? Are they automatically generated by big data?"

The system retorted even more defiantly: [Hint: This system is not an emotionless machine, and its writing skills are absolutely no less than yours.]

Therefore, it is recommended that the host take a look.

Never mind, I know you won't watch it.

[Ding! 1000 poems praising, blessing, celebrating, and extolling Li Congxin have been automatically installed into your brain.]

Rumble!

As a torrent of sycophantic phrases—some passionate, some beautiful, some wildly imaginative—flooded his mind, Li Congxin was initially stunned. Then, a look of undisguised delight gradually spread across his face.

He's getting a little cocky.

It's also a bit... disgusting.

……

On Yiran Peak.

"Sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, a single sword's light chills nineteen continents!"

"Jagged rocks pierce the sky, and the surging waves crash against the shore, churning up thousands of piles of snow!"

"If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?"

"How much sorrow can one have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

On those rocks and cliffs, as Li Congxin carved each poem, each character from the 'God of Literature' and the 'God of Words' was imbued with the highest truths and strongest spiritual essence of Confucianism and Taoism.

Soon, this majestic mountain was enveloped and surrounded by a thick layer of literary power. This Yiran Peak was not only a blessed land, but had also become a sacred site of Confucianism and Taoism.

……

Half a day later, in the evening.

Under the glow of the sunset, a jujube-colored carriage arrived at the gate of the Taiqian Holy Land. A fair, slender hand lifted the beaded curtain, and an elegant woman gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

Standing outside the mountain gate, she bowed gracefully to the two grandmasters guarding the gate: "This humble girl, Mo Xiangran, has come to visit the Holy Son on the orders of Her Majesty the Empress."

Her treatment thereafter was completely different from when Ren Huchong came up the mountain.

They were immediately invited into the mountain gate, and a white-bearded old man with an ethereal air came to guide them.

That was Elder Yi, a highly respected senior from the Taiqian Holy Land.

Empress Li Tianxin of the Ten Directions Dynasty is the eldest daughter of the Taiqian Holy Land. She came on Li Tianxin's orders and has Li Tianxin's token, so she is naturally treated as a VIP.

"Miss Mo is a rare guest."

Elder Yi looked very kind and glanced at Mo Xiangran, thinking to himself, "Hey, Miss has good taste. No wonder she's known for her exceptional talent. This girl is really something."

She is as beautiful as a lotus, elegant and charming. Her demeanor exudes a natural grace and ethereal quality reminiscent of mountains and rivers. This woman must be the one that the young lady sent to be the Holy Son's wife.

But doesn't the Holy Son already have a fiancée? That fiancée hasn't even entered the family yet, and a woman destined for heaven and his little cousin with unparalleled talent have already moved into his Yiran Peak.

Why is another one being delivered?

Admired.

This young man is really living a life of luxury.

"Hey, what's the problem? They're the Holy Son of the Taiqian Holy Land, the Son of Heaven, the Son of the World. It's only natural that they have several wives."

It's not surprising that he would think that way.

Because everyone in the Taiqian Holy Land knows that Li Congxin's two powerful and wealthy older sisters love and pamper him even more than his domineering father.

"Please follow me, young lady."

Elder Yi, now even more amiable, led the way, asking as he walked to verify his suspicions, "Young lady, are you currently married?"

Even the most revered old sages in the eyes of the world are no strangers to gossip.

Mo Xiangran was taken aback by the question.

She smiled faintly and said, "Reporting to Senior, Xiangran is not married."

Elder Yi immediately understood and smiled broadly: "Our Holy Son is quite good."

Mo Xiangran: "..." Everyone knows that your Holy Son is a complete waste, good for nothing in terms of literary or martial arts, and is also said to be very afraid of death.

Besides family background, what else is good about it?

Well, that makes sense. That terrifying family background alone is enough to cover everything up.

Seeing that she did not respond, Elder Yi probed again: "Does that young lady have someone she likes?"

Mo Xiangran was speechless.

But since the other party was a senior expert, he could only continue answering with a slight smile: "Not yet."

Elder Yi smiled inwardly, and as expected, his smile widened even more: "Our Holy Son is truly remarkable."

He wanted to make a good impression on the girl beforehand.

But it clearly backfired. Mo Xiangran frowned slightly. Why did this old man seem to have some ill intentions?

"Yeah, I got it."

After this brief exchange, a thought had already formed in her mind: that Taiqian Holy Son Li Congxin seemed to be a frivolous and dissolute person, especially obsessed with beautiful women.

Furthermore, he frequently used his influence to network with beautiful women.

Otherwise, his subordinates wouldn't have been so eager to introduce him the first time they saw him.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust.

Soon, Elder Yi escorted her to the foot of Yiran Peak, and then smiled meaningfully, "The Holy Son prefers tranquility, and someone of my level should be more self-aware. Young lady, from now on, you can go up the mountain by yourself."

They were going up the mountain to see the Holy Son, what was this old fellow doing meddling? One should have a sense of propriety. Mo Xiangran, however, was shocked.

"Your level? A peak Saint Realm expert, one step away from becoming a Quasi-Emperor, actually considers himself too lowly to be worthy of coming up the mountain to see Li Congxin."

He couldn't help but think to himself, "Elder Yi seems to have great awe and fear towards that Taiqian Holy Son. Could it be that this person is a violent, cruel, and wicked person who likes to bully others?"

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, he was the son of the extremely powerful emperor, who was known for his ruthlessness and domineering nature.

Like father, like son.

"Thank you for seeing me off on this journey, senior."

He bowed slightly to Elder Yi, then walked alone towards Yiran Peak.

Her beautiful figure disappeared into the thick spiritual mist.

"call."

On the way up the mountain, Mo Xiangran took a deep breath to encourage herself.

Somewhat uneasy.

On the surface, Li Tianxin's purpose in sending her was to learn from Li Congxin the art of being an emperor and the way to govern a country, but Li Congxin was an ignorant and useless good-for-nothing.

Therefore, the exceptionally intelligent woman could only interpret it this way: Her Majesty the Empress meant that she should become Li Congxin's teacher and instruct him.

"A person like that is not only useless, but also someone we can't afford to offend. How are we supposed to teach him?"

The thought of facing a good-for-nothing, lecherous, and ruthless playboy after going up the mountain made Mo Xiangran rub her temples. "How annoying!"

But as soon as she stepped onto the mountain, she was suddenly startled.

He stood frozen in place, his face raised, for a long time on the mountain path.