The Stableman's Son Stole My Poems to Impress the Guests

The son of my family’s coachman was heaven’s favorite, though he held a low position. He was born arrogant, and whenever he went out, he acted even more proud than me, the rightful young master of the prime minister’s household. In my previous life, at the royal Mid-Autumn poetry gathering, he stole my poem. Not only did he amaze the crowd, he also made me a laughingstock. Everyone said that compared to me, he was the true greatest poet in the capital. My older sister fell for him too and became his devoted simp. He even secretly slept with my fiancée, and the two of them pledged themselves to each other without a matchmaker. After I caught them, I spared his life under the law because his father had once done my own father a favor. Instead, I drove the father and son out of the prime minister’s residence. But in the end, they conspired to kill me. The coachman even forged evidence to frame my father for treason, and not one of the more than a hundred people in our household survived. Reborn, I returned to the day of the Mid-Autumn poetry gathering. As I watched everyone surround and praise him, I didn’t panic at all.