I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

The sudden turn of events instantly drew everyone's attention.

Looking in the direction the table had flown from, everyone instantly spotted Qin Li!

boom!

With another kick, Qin Li sent the low table in front of Song Qian flying.

It hit several of the other scholars who were shouting the loudest.

puff puff~

Spittles of blood mist shot from their mouths, reaching a foot high.

They all fell backward onto the circular stage, startling Liu Mei so much that she couldn't help but take two steps back.

Xiuer's eyes lit up.

Check it out.

This is the right way to make an entrance and attract attention.

Compared to Qin Li, their young mistress's actions were simply on a completely different level.

Seeing Qin Li make a swift move, Song Qian quickly moved to the side.

Actually, this is something Qin Li should do; she doesn't know how.

But Qin Li insisted she try, which made her lose face earlier.

After smashing several people until they vomited blood, Qin Li arrogantly said, "Shut up! You dare to slander the friends I brought? Are you courting death?!"

The scholars on the stage, enduring excruciating pain, quickly scrambled to their feet and knelt down, saying, "We know our mistakes, Your Highness, please forgive us!"

"Get lost!"

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't disappear from my sight within three seconds, I'll have your backsides washed clean and thrown into the City God Temple."

Upon hearing this, the scholars looked at each other in panic, their faces turning ashen with fear.

The City God Temple is not a good place; it's a place where all sorts of people come from, including people from all walks of life.

Gangs of beggars, thieves hiding their identities, gamblers who have lost everything...

However, what people talk about most are the members of the Poison Dragon Gang, each with a tower-like figure and a tangled beard.

They prefer men, especially those with fair and delicate skin.

Being thrown in was like being alive!

Thinking of this, the scholars, ignoring the pain in their chests, quickly stood up.

They scrambled away from Tianxiang Tower, running as fast as they could.

After the scholars were frightened away, a discordant voice rang out:

"Seventh Prince, you may be able to scare them, but you can't scare me!"

"I heard that the Seventh Prince failed to reach the border and was instead confined to his residence. How come he has time to attend the poetry gathering at Tianxiang Tower today? Did he sneak out?"

"Seventh Prince, you have defied the Emperor's will! What is your punishment?"

The speaker was a young man whose attire suggested he was of high status, likely the son of a high-ranking official in the imperial court.

"that is!"

Another young nobleman stepped forward and sneered, "If I were the Seventh Prince, I would quickly take my male favorites back to the manor and not embarrass myself in public."

The two of them sang in unison, completely disregarding Qin Li.

No, it's that they don't take the Seventh Prince Qin Feng seriously.

Because neither of them knew that the person in front of them was Qin Li.

That good-for-nothing prince, instead of reflecting on his actions in his own residence, secretly ran away from me. Not only did he sneak away, but he also made a big fuss about it. He's really asking for trouble.

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing this, Qin Li not only did not get angry, but instead burst into laughter, "You two really have a silver tongue. I, the prince, am even proud of your father's filial piety."

"What do you mean?"

The two frowned, puzzled.

"Don't understand? Then let me explain it more clearly."

"Even if I, the prince, snuck out, so what? You publicly insulted a prince; how many heads do you have to chop off!"

Qin Li suddenly shouted sharply, his eyes wide.

"us……"

The two of them immediately felt guilty.

I don't know where to look.

In feudal society, imperial power was supreme.

Even if Qin Feng is a useless prince.

But it's not something they can insult in public.

If things go wrong, the whole family will suffer.

But with so many people watching, and their dream girl Liu Mei watching too, they didn't want to admit defeat.

His eyes widened, and he steeled himself, angrily shouting, "What kind of prince are you? It's a disgrace to our Great Zhou to have a prince like you!"

"Not only are you a useless piece of trash, but now you're also keeping male concubines! If word gets out, where will we, the Great Zhou, put our faces?!"

"Me? A male concubine?"

Song Qian pointed to herself, incredulous.

How did she become a male concubine?

Are there any male concubines as good-looking as her?

Are you all blind? Can't you tell she's a woman disguised as a man?

"None of your business!"

Qin Li didn't explain, but stretched out his arm and pulled Song Qian into his arms, looking like he was the most awesome person in the world.

"This prince keeps male concubines, so what?!"

"If you're not happy, then you two raise them! With your looks, not only will men not want you, but even women won't. You deserve to be bachelors your whole lives!"

"Dare to utter another word, and believe me, this prince will punch you so badly that even your own parents won't recognize you!"

"vulgar!"

The two were furious, their faces turning red.

But there was nothing they could do; they couldn't very well go up and fight the prince directly.

If they really fight, their respective families are finished.

In contrast, Qin Li's mouth was like a machine gun, constantly firing off.

He berated them mercilessly, making them so angry they were practically spitting out their noses.

Song Qian, who was pulled into Qin Li's arms, couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

The eldest prince, Qin Li, is truly different from other men.

They could have easily crushed the opponent with their strength, but they insisted on engaging in a war of words, and they won!

After cursing for a while, Qin Li stopped, waved his hand, and said, "Damn it! I was so busy cursing you two little brats that I almost forgot about the important matter."

"I have reserved Miss Liu's seat as a guest of honor at today's poetry gathering!"

"It's just writing poetry, as if anyone can't do that."

"Male concubine, it's your turn to perform."

"Read that poem aloud, with feeling!"

After saying that, Qin Li casually pushed Song Qian, who was in his arms, forward.

He walked straight toward Liu Mei on the stage.

Amidst Liu Mei's gasp, he swept her up in his arms.

With a clear goal in mind, we walked step by step up to the room on the second floor.

This scene drew dissatisfaction from many people, who glared at it angrily!

The poem hasn't even been judged yet, so why did you go and carry Liu Mei upstairs?

Did he really think his poem could win first place?

The Seventh Prince, isn't he a bit too confident?

No, it's not confidence, it's arrogance!

However, they dared not directly use force to stop Qin Li.

Those two young masters, whose families were both officials, didn't dare to directly attack the Seventh Prince.

They would only dare to make a move if they didn't want to live.

They all looked at Song Qian, urging her to recite the poem quickly.

They wanted to see if the Seventh Prince's poem could win first place.

If they can't, they have a legitimate excuse to obstruct it.

"I?"

Song Qian pointed to herself again.

"If it's not you, then who is it? You're a grown man, what's wrong with you? Why do you have to become a male concubine?"

"You damned male concubine, stop dawdling and hurry up and read it!"

"We'd like to hear what the Seventh Prince's poems look like!"

Dead male concubine?

Song Qian's eyes widened; she was furious.

Male concubine is fine, but why add the word "dead" before it?

What did she do to deserve this?

Besides, the male concubine didn't steal or rob; he earned his living through his own efforts. Why should he be looked down upon?

Suppressing her anger, Song Qian said loudly, "Fine, I, your damned male concubine, will read it right away. You all better listen carefully."

"Drunk, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings of music resound beyond the border; autumn review of troops on the battlefield..."