Volume One, Chapter Seven: Shen Yi's Brush and Ink Money—The Scholar Has Paid!

Liu Xiu and the others ran off without even looking back.

Are you trying to play me for a fool here?

Give me a hundred taels, and I’ll write you a poem that’s more fitting!

Of course, he didn’t dare say that out loud.

After all, he was still the prince consort now.

“Brother Shen, hurry to the Green Willow Pavilion! Miss Qian Yue is grateful for everyone’s help in securing the title of one of the Four Great Courtesans of the capital. She’s offering a free performance of her music and poetry for everyone!”

Liu Xiu ran off excitedly.

Naturally, Shen Yi followed.

Today’s Green Willow Pavilion was quite different from last night’s. There was no elevated stage for the competition, only an open-air terrace.

The crowd was bustling, lively.

But it seemed the event was nearing its end.

“That was thrilling! Such a feast for the eyes! This isn’t something ordinary people get to witness!”

“Exactly! Last night’s audience for the competition was filled with prodigious talents and high-ranking nobles worth tens of thousands of taels!”

“Today’s sight confirmed it—truly extraordinary!”

“I heard the four courtesans selected are each like celestial beauties, little enchantresses, and all remarkably talented!”

...

When Shen Yi arrived, the event was almost over.

He only caught sight of Miss Qian Yue, who wore a gentle smile as delicate and charming as a blooming peony.

She left the stage with a sweet smile.

“Alas! What a loss!” Liu Xiu sighed deeply. “This event alone was worth thousands of taels! We probably won’t get a chance like this again!”

Shen Yi shook his head and inquired further.

Miss Qian Yue never receives clients or meets people.

Now that she has claimed the title of courtesan queen, her value has skyrocketed. Without at least twenty thousand taels, no one can even dine with her.

Let alone hope to have her favor!

“I heard Miss Qian Yue is still a virgin!”

“Has no one tried to use their power to coerce her?”

“Who dares? Miss Qian Yue is a renowned talented woman; countless high officials treat her like the moon among stars. Just mentioning their names would frighten you!”

“Sounds like boasting…”

...

Hearing their conversation, Shen Yi couldn’t help but ask, “Aside from money, is there any other way to meet Miss Qian Yue?”

Everyone was momentarily stunned, eyeing him with a hint of recognition.

Still, they explained.

“Yes! Every month, Miss Qian Yue sets a poetic theme. Many talented scholars compose verses for her. If their poetry meets her standards, they can dine with her and enjoy the flowers and moonlight together!”

“The other three courtesans work the same way. They rely on the great talents’ poetry to complement them, competing for the top spot among the courtesans!”

“Unfortunately, the Poet Madman hasn’t written poetry for a long time. If he were to appear, the four courtesans would surely be jealous of one another!”

Shen Yi stroked his chin, intrigued.

“So, a good poem is worth over ten thousand taels?”

“Vulgar!”

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