So What If I Copy Poems? Mine Have Literary Spirit!

I transmigrated into the body of the Great Li dynasty's most foolish young master. My evil clan relatives set me up: if I couldn't scrape together sixty taels of silver in three days, I'd have to marry into the Wang family and wed their wicked daughter. With nowhere else to turn, I was lucky to have a library of Chinese poetry at my fingertips.

When I used "Quiet Night Thoughts" to face-slap everyone present, when "Bamboo Grove Pavilion" stirred the Confucian temple's embroidered bells, and when "Yellow Crane Tower" shook the realm... only then did they realize that I was the heir to the literary spirit of this world! If I won't be the Great Li's Sage of Letters, then who will?