A goddess dwells in my heart.

Su Wan Ning's cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice was barely audible: "If no one notices, it's not a crime, right..."

Lu Zheji deliberately dragged out his words: "I never expected it, I never expected that my gentle and virtuous senior sister would be such a lawless madman behind the scenes..."

"Hey, don't say that!" Su Wan Ning lightly punched his arm in embarrassment and annoyance, then muttered under her breath as if she had given up, "Senior sister is just greedy. When we were in the Su family's fiefdom, we could eat whatever we wanted. It's just that Chang'an has strict rules and regulations."

Lu Zheji realized that, sure enough, the man in front of him was the kind of "local tyrant who acts lawlessly in his own territory" that the restaurant waiter had described.

Does her family even have fiefdoms? It seems Su Wan Ning's family background is quite impressive; no wonder she was able to become a relative of the Chang'an Academy.

A thought struck him, and he asked, "Junior Sister, since you have such connections, do you know where near Chang'an one can obtain a whole live ox?"

Su Wan Ning looked puzzled: "Junior Brother, what do you need a live cow for? If you're craving something, I have more here..."

"It has some other uses, but it's not convenient to talk about them right now," Lu Zheji said vaguely.

Su Wan Ning tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up with a mischievous yet sweet smile: "Getting you a cow isn't out of the question, but, junior brother, now that you're of sound mind, let me test you—"

She stretched out her slender index finger and waved it in front of Lu Zheji. "Right now, recite a poem that contains the word 'spring.' If you recite it well, your senior sister will take you to find a cow."

Reciting poetry?

This isn't an easy question for a time traveler, is it?

However, considering that he had just escaped his mental disability status, Lu Zheji could not act in a way that was too shocking.

So he pretended to frown and think, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if trying to squeeze out the pitiful amount of literary knowledge he had.

He deliberately paused for a long time before slowly reciting: "Spring slumber is so sweet, I am unaware of the dawn, everywhere I hear birds singing."

"Wow!" Su Wan Ning clapped her hands immediately, her eyes sparkling. "Junior Brother, you're amazing! You're practically a literary genius descended to earth! If Heaven hadn't created you, the literary world of the Great Wei would have been plunged into eternal darkness!"

Her voice was already sweet and soft, but now it was overflowing with undisguised praise, making Lu Zheji feel a little smug, as if he had really done something amazing.

Just as the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up in a smile, the goddess's clear, cold, and lonely voice poured over his head like a bucket of ice water from the lake of his heart:

"This poem was written in your previous life, and it is included in the textbooks for children in the academy."

Did it happen in a previous life?

Lu Zheji's smile froze for a moment. He had a vague guess before that the existence of the goddess could prove that he and Lu Zheji, the son of the Prince of Zhenbei, were the same person. This kind of reincarnation was not hard to understand, but how could he explain the identity of the Martial Emperor in his previous life?

Today, the poem "Spring Dawn" was written by Emperor Wu and has been passed down to later generations, which confirms one of his conjectures.

Could it be that I traveled back over a thousand years and became that Martial Emperor?

After experiencing entanglement with the goddess, establishing the Great Wei, and ultimately being defeated and killed, he was reincarnated as Lu Zheji, the son of the Prince of Zhenbei. Now, due to breaking through the second realm and strengthening his divine soul, he has awakened the memories of his first life.

Of course, there is another possibility: that this world evolved according to his settings, filling in the gaps in the past.

However, regardless of the circumstances, it can be basically confirmed that Emperor Wu was his previous incarnation.

His mind raced, but he quickly adjusted his expression and smiled at Su Wan Ning, "Haha, Senior Sister, you've been fooled, haven't you? This is a poem from the textbook. How could I possibly write any poetry?"

Su Wan Ning blinked her clear, large eyes, looking completely innocent: "But I only asked you to recite poems, not compose them!"

Lu Zheji was taken aback.

Yeah, I used to be mentally challenged, so how could Su Wan Ning possibly set such high standards for me right away?

If that's the case, then he only recited a line of poetry he had learned, so why give it such exaggerated emotional value?

Lu Zheji was immediately embarrassed: "Haha, I see, I was just being presumptuous."

"How could I be presumptuous?" Su Wan Ning immediately stood on tiptoe, reached out and ruffled his hair, the gesture natural and affectionate. "To remember so clearly is already quite impressive! These kinds of things aren't even on the academy's final exams. Here, reward our clever junior brother with a big chicken leg!"

She picked up a glistening, reddish-brown chicken leg and placed it in Lu Zheji's bowl.

Being patted on the head and praised by such a girl who was like a younger sister, Lu Zheji felt a little awkward, but his body seemed to have already gotten used to this kind of interaction, and he even unconsciously lowered his head slightly to cooperate.

He finally understood that Su Wan Ning was probably born with a natural talent for being a preschool teacher; she was simply too good at coaxing people.

No wonder the original owner was so aloof and withdrawn, yet he was so close to her. Lu Zheji felt like he was being coaxed into becoming a placenta by her.

……

After the meal, Su Wan Ning packed up the food box and left.

Lu Zheji returned to his room and took out a copy of "Abridged History of Wei" and a copy of "Collected Poems of Emperor Taizu" from the bookshelf.

He first opened the history books to find records about Emperor Wu's life.

Historical records indicate that Emperor Wu was not of noble birth; he was initially just a member of a collateral branch of a local clan. Later, coinciding with the human race's counterattack against the demon race, he amassed some power and became a local strongman. After the human race defeated the demon race, the goddess had no intention of ruling the world, so Emperor Wu seized the opportunity to establish the Wei Kingdom eight hundred years ago, becoming the first dynasty of the human race.

Yes, he's very biased. He doesn't mention a word about how the counterattack against the demon race came about. Anyway, he's just a pig riding the wave.

Lu Zheji curled his lip. This historical material contained too much personal bias and its credibility was questionable, but he still found some interesting details.

Historical records state that Emperor Wu was born without any spiritual talent, and only later, through a great opportunity, did he embark on the path of cultivation. Before that, he rose to power through his literary talent.

It is said that Emperor Wu was arrogant and unruly. Despite his outstanding literary talent and eloquent speech, he refused to serve in the government and devoted himself to seeking immortality and the way of cultivation, searching for a method that could be practiced even without spiritual roots.

Lu Zheji saw through it at a glance. This wasn't arrogance; it was clearly self-awareness. A time traveler who could only gain fame by copying poems would surely be exposed as nothing more if he were to actually take the imperial examinations.

Moreover, knowing that power reigns supreme in this world, which transmigrator would willingly remain a mortal for the rest of their life?

How Emperor Wu ultimately embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation remains a mystery. Historians speculate that Emperor Wu, renowned throughout the land for his poetic talent, was summoned by a goddess, deeply appreciated, and for a time became her close attendant.

That opportunity to change one's fate most likely came from the hands of the goddess.

Even if it has nothing to do with this, it is certain that Emperor Wu's early rise to power was due to the support of the goddess.

Lu Zheji closed the book and whispered a self-deprecating remark to the inhabitant in his sea of ​​consciousness: "I was so arrogant before, saying I wasn't an ungrateful person. Now it seems rather ironic that I said that in front of you."

The goddess did not speak sarcastically, but calmly reminded you: "From now on, you should not compose poems in front of others. What you think is a burst of inspiration may just be a resurrected memory of your past life. Using it rashly will easily expose your identity."

No problem, it really does come from memories of a past life… Lu Zheji replied, “Okay, I’ve got it. I will never write poetry again.”

Judging from the thickness of this collection of poems, Emperor Wu must have written at least a hundred or so poems in his lifetime, so there probably wasn't any left to copy.

Unexpectedly, the goddess remained silent for a moment, then her tone carried a strange undertone: "There's no need to be so absolute. If you're truly unable to contain your poetic inspiration, you can... recite it to me alone."