I'm Lin Mo, and I transmigrated into the body of a live-in son-in-law.
From the start, I'm being sent to die at a poetry gathering between four kingdoms?
At every poetry gathering, scholars from the Qian Kingdom get pointed at and mocked: “How could a place crawling with fish and shrimp ever produce a true dragon?”
The hall is full of talented scholars with ashen faces, and no one dares respond.
The empress is furious, the officials fall silent, and year after year the Qian Kingdom is nailed to the pillar of literary shame.
Lin Mo says: Poetry and prose? My mind holds the finest works of five thousand years of literature!
When the talented scholar from Eastern Zhao recites “Ten thousand cavalry sweep across the gale” and smugly basks in his triumph, while the crowd waits to watch this “ignorant live-in son-in-law” stretch out his neck for execution...
Lin Mo makes a spectacular show of himself: “Black clouds press on the city, threatening to crush it; the sun glints off armor like golden scales!”
One poem, “Song of Yanmen Prefect,” shakes the whole gathering. The literary masters of the three kingdoms are left ashen-faced.
You said the loser would bark like a dog. Not one of you is getting away!
The Poetry Immortal is me, the Poetry Sage is me, and even the Poetry Demon is me!
I, Lin Mo, will overpower the entire literary world on my own! No, I am the literary world!
