Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

"What a beautiful poem!"

"Mmm. Gentle rain nourishes the rice seedlings, light taps on the windowpane shatter a beautiful dream. What a beautiful poem!"

Zhuang Xinyan and Meng Xueming nodded in agreement.

"I never imagined that this female ruler could write such excellent poetry!"

Ji Xiao looked disdainful, raising an eyebrow. "Tch, just average!"

She didn't want to admit how good the poem was.

Han Zixuan couldn't help but laugh at Ji Xiao's words; he really does hold grudges!

Su Yaoguang took out a small, exquisite sandalwood fan from her waist and gently waved it.

Seeing their actions, he turned pale with anger.

"Since the two ladies feel that my poem is not good enough."

"Shall we let our students admire the masterpieces of these two gentlemen?"

Ji Xiao, who was called out, suddenly paused and blinked as she looked at Han Zixuan.

Su Yaoguang chuckled, her face full of arrogance. "Tch, are you afraid, or are you just spouting nonsense and have no knowledge?"

"Hmph, what did you say? You're the one who's completely ignorant! My sister Zixuan's poems are far superior to yours!"

He then pulled Han Zixuan close to his chest and whispered something behind her.

"Sister Zixuan, teach her a lesson and see how arrogant she can be now!"

Han Zixuan was speechless. Her eyes widened in surprise. This guy was using himself as a shield after he had a good time talking!

Su Yaoguang scoffed lightly, "Since that's the case, then please invite this lady to come up and compose a poem for everyone to enjoy!"

The surrounding students chimed in, "Yes, let's all appreciate this masterpiece together!"

"Yes, this Miss Su's poem is already quite wonderful!"

I wonder about this female ruler…

Zhuang Xinyan and Meng Xueming exchanged a glance and moved closer to the two of them.

"Ms. Han, are you confident? Do you need any help?"

Han Zixuan gently shook her head, "No need, and you don't need to worry."

She can still compose several poems with such simple verses.

Although we can't compare to our ancestors, we're not ashamed of ourselves!

He stepped onto the stage, but instead of picking up a pen, he looked at the maid beside him.

"Can you help me write it?"

The maidservant nodded hurriedly, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Su Yaoguang retorted, "You're just being deliberately mysterious!"

Han Zixuan began to speak calmly:

A gentle rain fell overnight, tapping softly on the window; at dawn, verdant greenery blanketed the mountains and countryside.

Fine strands nourish the peach blossoms, and glistening beads moisten the willows.

Swallows skim across the clear waves, carrying warm dreams; fish swim in the shallows, playing in the misty distance.

The fields are gradually awakening, with new greenery appearing; the beautiful scenery urges the farmers to cultivate, and the rhythm of the season is full of charm.

Han Zixuan had just finished reading when she saw Su Yaoguang's gloomy face.

"Hmm, not bad, it's better than the previous one!"

"Both are excellent works, very good!"

"I think Su Nvjun's description of spring rain is more vivid and descriptive."

"This Ms. Han's writing is also very distinctive!"

Ji Xiao enthusiastically exclaimed, "My sister Zixuan's poems are better!" She knew that her sister Zixuan was just hiding her true talent!

Several women following behind Su Yaoguang suddenly darted out.

"That's better than that. Our Lady Su's poems are far superior!"

"Yes, yes! That's right, Su's poem is even better."

The students in the audience were also arguing and soon started shouting!

Su Yaoguang's face darkened, then she gave a cold laugh, her eyes narrowed, and she turned to look at Han Zixuan as she put away her fan.

"My lady, it is a rare opportunity for us to have a poetry gathering today. Why don't we have a contest? This one poem is hard to compare."

Hmph, so arrogant just because you've written one song? Today, I, the Queen, will make sure you lose face.

Han Zixuan raised an eyebrow and looked over. "Oh, then how should we proceed?"

This person is really interesting, why don't we play along with her!

“Scholar Chen, if the theme is spring rain, then let us compose a poem on the theme of spring.”

"One hour is the time limit. We invite Scholar Chen and all the students to judge the proceedings!"

"Since Miss Su is so interested, are there any other conditions?"

It can't be just about who writes better poetry, right?

Su Yaoguang smiled and said, "Hehe, that's natural. You'll naturally have an advantage when it comes to poetry."

Whoever loses must dance a song in front of all the students to liven things up!

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances; dancing in public was a loss of face.

Everyone loves to watch song and dance performances, but it depends on the occasion.

Making a student dance in public would be seen as treating him the same as a lowly courtesan.

That was really going too far, but the people around Su Yaoguang didn't seem to care.

"Hehe, that's fine, it's just a dance to make things interesting for everyone!"

"Bring in the bets, that's what makes it fun!"

Han Zixuan's expression changed, her eyelids slightly raised, revealing a faint coldness.

I thought Su Yaoguang was just arrogant and conceited, but I never expected her to be so vicious.

They had no conflict whatsoever, despite the damage to each other's reputations and the public humiliation they caused.

Where did Su Yaoguang get such malice from! Or do they often amuse themselves in this way?

If I were to actually dance on stage in front of so many people, I would definitely become a laughing stock in the future.

It would be difficult to even look up!

"What, you don't dare? If you don't dare, you can admit defeat to me now!"

Su Yaoguang looked at Han Zixuan with an arrogant and disdainful expression.

"Tch, this isn't a poetry competition, you're probably just trying to humiliate others!"

Ji Xiao looked at Su Yaoguang on the stage with dissatisfaction.

This prompted Su Yaoguang to scoff, "As I said, if you're scared, you can just admit defeat."

"you!"

Han Zixuan quickly stepped forward to stop Ji Xiao, "Well, since Miss Su has made such a suggestion, I can't refuse."

Hehe, but Miss Su, please don't deny it later!

Since Su Yaoguang is so confident, then she doesn't need to be polite and leave herself any room for maneuver!

"Hmph, do you think I'm the kind of person who would deny things?"

Even if she loses, with her mother around, who would dare let her dance in public?

Han Zixuan chuckled and turned to give Ji Xiao and Meng Xueming a reassuring look.

The sound of the gong quickly attracted more pedestrians on the street.

Men, women, young and old, all looked over curiously!

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Oh, it's another poetry gathering at Wenxing Pavilion!"

"I heard someone's raising the stakes in a poetry contest, let's go check it out!"

"With so many talented women, it must be very exciting."

Yichen, who was drinking tea in a teahouse, was drawn to the crowd.

He leisurely peeked over and asked in a low voice, "January."

"What are all these people watching?"

"Young master, I heard it's a poetry gathering hosted by some old fellows from the official academy!"

"Oh, it's just a ladder for some poor scholars to soar to the top!"

He then calmly continued drinking his tea, but his eyes remained fixed on the distance.

Yi Yue bowed and said, "Young master, I will send someone to investigate!" He then left the teahouse.

The poetry duel between Han Zixuan and Su Yaoguang attracted a lot of attention.

Chen Mingli was also completely confused and looked at the maid beside him.

Upon inquiring about the situation, I learned that someone was having a poetry contest, and he smiled broadly.

"Hehe, this is the kind of youthful vigor that students should have."

"Let's go, we old folks, take a look and have a taste."

"Yes, who knows, it might even become a famous poem!"

"Hehe, if there really is such a student, this old woman can take him under her wing!"

The group arrived at the gathering place with great interest.

Fortunately, there is a large open space in front of Wenxing Pavilion, otherwise it would have blocked the street!

Students who recognized Chen Mingli quickly made way for him.

An hour passed quietly, and both Han Zixuan and Su Yaoguang put down their pens.