Chapter 347 Random

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Chapter 347 of "After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband" opens revealing intense scenes: Amidst the coughing of Prince NanAn, Prince Yu’s son asked, "Who do you all think... Keep reading!

Amidst the coughing of Prince NanAn, Prince Yu’s son asked, "Who do you all think has the superior painting?"Both paintings were masterpieces, but their styles were different, making it hard to judge which was superior. In his heart, Prince Yu’s son preferred Su Chong. He appreciated the heroic spirit and unrestrained boldness in Su Chong’s paintings. Prince Yu’s son threw the dilemma to everyone, but they hadn’t recovered from the shock. The Heir of Marquis Wu’an exclaimed first, "Is there even a need to compare?" "Of course, the Heir of Duke Chong is superior!" Chu Shun looked at him, "Are you blind?" The expression of the Heir of Marquis Wu’an darkened. Chu Shun and his group felt Su Chong’s painting was better. The Heir of Marquis Wu’an believed the Heir of Duke Chong’s painting skills were superior. Each side held their own view, neither yielding. Prince Yu’s son didn’t know what to do. The paintings were sent to Princess Consort Yu and several noble madams, but even they couldn’t determine a winner. Then— Su Jin was suddenly caught off guard. This update is available on novel·fiɾe·net She was eating red bean cake when the question was directed at her. Xie Jinyu stood up and said, "I didn’t expect the Young Master of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion to be so talented. I suppose my sister-in-law is the same." "Since these two paintings are so closely matched and hard to judge, why not have each artist’s sister add a verse to them and compare again?" Xie Jinyu’s suggestion was unanimously agreed upon. Shangguan Feng’er had already stood up. Seeing the cake in Su Jin’s hand, Su Chong raised a hand to his forehead. Should he just concede directly? He really didn’t want to see his sister write something like: "The mountain is high, and there are fish in the water" on the painting. Shangguan Feng’er was already on the competition stage, looking provocatively at Su Jin. What could Su Jin do? She had no choice but to accept the challenge. She put down the cake and walked up to the stage. Looking at Su Chong’s painting, Su Jin asked, "Does the verse have to be original?" If it had to be original, she was ready to concede to avoid ruining her brother’s painting. "It doesn’t have to be original," Prince Yu’s son replied. "As long as it complements the painting, using ancient poetry is fine too." "That’s good," Su Jin said, relieved. She felt at ease, lay back, and prepared herself. "Do you even know other people’s poems?" Su Chong looked at her in surprise. Su Jin was speechless. Even if they were siblings, did he have to underestimate her so much? But she underestimated him too. A bandit who could paint as well as the Heir of Duke Chong had already won. And won beautifully. Shangguan Feng’er’s eyes flashed with disdain as she wrote on the painting: "The water overflows the lotus pond, flowers fly over the peach and plum path." Su Jin picked up the brush and wrote with swift strokes on the painting: "From the summit, one sees all mountains beneath." Su Chong was astonished. "Such literary talent!" Prince Yu’s son exclaimed in admiration. Su Jin smiled modestly. With a famous line passed down through history, how could it not possess literary talent? Shangguan Feng’er was so angry her face turned purple. "Little sister, I didn’t drag you down, did I?" Su Jin laughed. "The verse’s grandeur surpasses the painting," Su Chong acknowledged. "Whose poem is this?" he was curious. It wasn’t just Su Chong who was curious; Prince Yu’s son and others were too. Su Jin just smiled without speaking. Then— After bearing numerous blames for Su Jin, Xie Jingchen finally gained credit for once. Everyone mistakenly thought the poem written by Su Jin was his. Su Jin knew they misunderstood. But she didn’t explain. This kind of misunderstanding was quite convenient, saving her from having to explain who the poem was by. Xie Jinyu sat there, smoke fuming from her head in anger. Initially, the Heir of Duke Chong and Su Chong could have tied, without losing or winning. After her suggestion. Su Jin got involved. The Heir of Duke Chong lost. Although Su Jin’s poem wasn’t original, Shangguan Feng’er’s wasn’t either. Having lost to Su Jin, Shangguan Feng’er felt humiliated. However, the suggesting Xie Jinyu received two glares from Shangguan Feng’er. Whose side was she actually on? Why was it always her side that was dragging behind?! Princess Shouning got Baihua Building raided and closed. And she made her lose face! She would be infuriated to death by them. Though intending to help the Heir of Duke Chong, Xie Jinyu was somewhat displeased to be blamed when she was lacking in skill. Su Chong won the painting competition. Next came the competition of guqin playing. If the Heir of Duke Chong lost again, he would suffer a complete defeat. However, playing the guqin was chosen by the Heir of Duke Chong, giving him high chances of winning. Except for Su Jin who maintained a wait-and-see attitude. With Xingxing firmly believing their young master would win. Everyone thought the same way. However, reality was rather embarrassing. Su Chong chose painting, narrowly winning over the Heir of Duke Chong. Playing the guqin was his certain win. The Heir of Duke Chong’s melody was delicate and romantic, suited for tender and amorous feelings. Su Chong’s melody, like his painting, was grand and majestic, filled with a cold aura that swept across the battlefield, capturing generals and destroying armies, leaving the Heir of Duke Chong utterly defeated. In the face of national survival, what did romance matter, anyway? The Heir of Duke Chong’s face darkened to a grim shade. Su Chong returned to the table. Chu Shun and others gazed at him. "Brother Su, you are really something," Prince NanAn said. "How could you hide your talents so well?" "You guys never asked me," Su Chong replied, pouring himself a drink. They were all speechless. It wasn’t that they hadn’t asked. It was just that they took things for granted. Who would have thought a bandit needed to be so accomplished in both arts and martial skills? Chu Shun looked at Su Chong, "Isn’t the requirement to become a bandit at Qingyun Mountain a bit too high?" His sister-in-law had outstanding medical skills. Brother Su was accomplished in both literature and martial arts. As for themselves, they loafed around, engaged in cockfighting and dog racing... They felt deeply ashamed. Su Chong drank and said, sadly, "Who knows what my father was thinking?" "Being locked up in the mountain every day, learning this and that, my sister and I protested." "My sister succeeded; I failed." They were speechless. "Why?" The Heir of Marquis Beining asked. Su Chong gave him a look. Don’t ask him why. No one wanted to know the reason more than him. His sister cried a bit, and his father softened. If she didn’t eat, his father feared she’d weaken. If he cried, it ended with his palm getting beaten. If he didn’t eat, it was assumed he wouldn’t starve after a few meals. Su Chong’s words garnered sympathy from Chu Shun and the others but failed to quell their curiosity. In the end, not only did they retract their sympathy, they were tempted to stomp Su Chong to vent their frustration. Because Su Chong said, "Though I learned a lot, luckily I’m innately gifted, so I picked up all these things just by casually learning." Casually learning— And just, like, that! Truly. They really wanted to beat him up! After the small incident, the Lotus Appreciation Banquet continued. But with Su Chong, the bandit, in the forefront, other noble family members and ladies of refinement paled in comparison. These days, even bandits were skilled in both arts and martial disciplines. What to show off about being born with a silver spoon, when they had no worries about food or clothing? And not only was he accomplished in both, he was exceptionally modest. Chu Shun, Prince NanAn, the Heir of Marquis Beining, and the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo painted; Zhao Xu played the guqin; Su Chong ground ink. Could anyone be so humble in their place? Prince NanAn’s heart trembled. He feared Su Chong might come for revenge in the fall. Despite Su Chong’s overwhelming talent, he remained true to his bandit nature. You’re daring enough to ask him to grind ink. He might dare ask you to fetch foot-wash water. Shangguan Feng’er glared at Su Chong, then shifted her gaze to Su Jin. She gritted her teeth in rage, twisting the embroidered handkerchief out of shape. This day, their siblings had completely overshadowed her! This terrible indignation! She could not let it slide!

Chapter 347 Random

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