Chapter 789: First Volume, Chapter 789: Poem of Breaking the Array

First Volume, Chapter 789: Poem of Breaking the Array

Li Yuhang's eyes brimmed with contempt: "You're merely a Marquis. Facing Princess of Da Di, your status is vastly inferior—bow and kneel, as befits your station."

"If you dare be arrogant and defy the Princess, this will become a matter between our two nations!"

Jing Ci narrowed her eyes, giving him a look that said, "It's your call."

Under everyone's gaze, Qin Feng scratched his ear, ignored Li Yuhang entirely, and smiled slightly at Jing Ci: "Your Highness is of priceless worth—there's no need for you to personally receive me."

Li Yuhang was utterly ignored, his face burning with humiliation. "Qin Feng, are you daring to defy Princess of Da Di?!"

So noisy!

Qin Feng glanced at Li Yuhang and asked casually: "Do you hold any official position?"

Though puzzled by the question, Li Yuhang shook his head: "No. So what?"

Qin Feng didn't explain, then asked: "Do you hold a noble title?"

Seeing Li Yuhang shake his head again, Qin Feng ceased his chatter and warned solemnly: "Since you're a commoner, stop shouting. I am Tianlu Marquis of Liang Kingdom. Before your Princess, where is your place as a lowly subject to speak? If you dare speak again, I'll cut out your tongue."

Li Yuhang turned pale—he had assumed that as Yucheng White Crane, Qin Feng would at least show him some respect.

Who knew that in Qin Feng's eyes, he was worth less than a fart?

If not for Fen Xiang Wen Tan, Qin Feng wouldn't have even glanced at him…

Realizing this, Li Yuhang's cheeks flushed red. He clenched his fists tightly, several times opening his mouth to retort—but seeing Ning Hu watching him like a tiger, he swallowed his words.

Jing Ci had held some fondness for Li Yuhang, but seeing this, her goodwill vanished completely.

This Li Yuhang did have literary talent, but sadly, no backbone. One look from Qin Feng, and he backed down immediately.

Hmph.

Jing Ci had no patience to waste on Li Yuhang—her attention shifted entirely to Qin Feng.

Li Yuhang sensed Jing Ci's disdain in her gaze, filled with confusion and despair: I defeated Qin Feng—why then do I disgust her?

Jing Ci looked down her nose at Qin Feng: "What Li Yuhang deserves is none of your concern!"

"When my Da Di diplomatic envoy, Lü Li, entered Liang Guo Jingdu, he was insulted by you for riding a Horse through the streets."

"Today, you've come to my Da Di's territory—best keep your tail between your legs. If you show even a hint of disrespect, I'll make you understand what humiliation means!"

Facing Jing Ci's threat, Qin Feng showed no fear—instead, he laughed.

That laugh turned Jing Ci's face icy. She snapped sharply: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Qin Feng shrugged, smiling wider: "Princess, you've misunderstood. When your Da Di envoy visited my Great Liang, you brought only a few attendants—no real strength, yet you acted haughtily, provoking the Heavenly Son's Subjects. Wasn't that asking for death?"

"I learned from your envoy's lesson—I brought a thousand tiger-and-wolf soldiers with me."

"Put it this way: if you so much as touch one hair on my body, today's Wen Tan will become a Battlefield."

"Yucheng, as the gateway to the Northern Di Imperial Court, surely has many Garrison Troops nearby—but how long would it take them to arrive after a sudden strike? By then, my thousand soldiers will have already slaughtered every last defender inside Yucheng."

Jing Ci knew Qin Feng was arrogant—but she never imagined he'd be this brazen.

With merely a thousand men, he dared threaten a Princess.

Jing Ci firmly believed that with one word from her, Qin Feng could be buried without a trace—only a matter of time.

But…

The cost would be too great—too great for anyone in Da Di to bear.

Jing Ci took a deep breath, shifted tone, and sneered: "Having lost Fen Xiang Wen Tan, you still dare be so arrogant? Don't you fear becoming a laughingstock?"

Qin Feng smiled back: "I am a guest. If I humiliated the literati of Yucheng by shaving their heads, wouldn't that be terribly impolite? After all, my Great Liang is Rong Yi Zhi Bang—above all, we value propriety."

Hearing this, many in the crowd whispered in disbelief: "Are you saying you let us win the final round?"

For the sake of Ten Thousand Li Silver, Qin Feng smiled, saying nothing.

Jing Ci spat on the ground: "Stop pretending! Lose is lose, win is win. If you truly have talent, compose a poem equal to 'Chu Sai'—let us see your skill!"

"If you can't, stop making excuses."

Qin Feng blinked, his gaze startlingly sincere: "Princess, whether or not I compose poetry depends entirely on you."

Jing Ci frowned: "Depends on me? What do you mean?!"

Qin Feng scanned the literati present, his tone gentle—but his words cut like knives: "Fen Xiang Wen Tan is merely a disguise for literature, concealing unspeakable deeds—it disgraces scholarship. This filthy place doesn't deserve a single stroke from my brush."

At these words, every face in the crowd burned with shame.

After all… Qin Feng was right. This Fen Xiang Wen Tan had never been clean from the start.

At that moment, Qin Feng changed tone: "But…"

"If Princess demands I compose a poem, I shall do so without reservation—after all…"

"Before long, Princess will become a noble of Liang Kingdom. As your subordinate, I must obey your every word."

So that's what he meant!

Jing Ci ground her teeth, wanting to devour Qin Feng alive—but considering the reputation of 'Chu Sai,' it was impossible for him to compose a poem equal to it on the spot!

Thinking this, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief, her gaze toward Qin Feng now full of contempt.

"Fine! All here are literati. If you can compose a poem that stuns Heaven and Earth, I'll willingly marry into Liang Kingdom—no regrets!"

With the challenge laid bare, Qin Feng didn't hesitate—he remained calm and composed: "One poem? Hmph, Princess, I'll give you two."

"The first, to honor our wager. The second, to sing my admiration for you."

Two poems?!

Jing Ci and the literati all felt their hearts sink—could Qin Feng's poetic mastery truly be this supreme?

Could he casually compose a poem that stuns Heaven and Earth?!

Everyone held their breath, watching Qin Feng.

Qin Feng feigned deep contemplation for a moment, then swept his hand—suddenly, a chilling aura spread through the air!

"Drunk, I lit the lamp to gaze at my sword; in dreams, I returned to the camp where horns blew. Eight hundred li of meat divided among the troops, fifty strings played the sounds of the frontier. Autumn on the Battlefield—troops reviewed!"

"The horse gallops like the Dulu, swift as wind; the bow twangs like thunder. Fulfilling the sovereign's quest for Heaven, he wins fame in life and after death. Alas, white hair has sprung forth!"

"Your Highness, all of you."

"Is this poem, 'Po Zhen Zi,' worthy of your attention?"

Silence! Dead silence!