My Brother Stole My Poem, So I Married Seven Beauties and Seized the Throne

The day I transmigrated, my brother stole the poem I had written from memory. With that poem, he became famous throughout Jiangdu and won the hand of a beauty. I had neither power nor influence, so all I could do was watch from the corner. Later, I married a commandery princess, took an actual princess as my wife, slept with an imperial consort, and took an empress as my concubine... I married seven peerless beauties and took the Dragon Throne. He knelt before the palace hall, begging me to spare his life. I said, “I wrote that poem. “And I made you who you are.”