I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Excuse me, I'm also quite interested in this Miss Zhuge."

As the voice rang out, Lu Chen frowned slightly, and when he saw the person's face clearly, the smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by a deep look of astonishment.

"Prince Chu... Prince Chu? What are you doing here?"

"The Crown Prince of Chu?"

The moment this title was uttered, the audience erupted in chaos.

"Could he be the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion? That good-for-nothing wastrel?"

"Look at his nonchalant attitude! How dare someone like him go on stage? Is he trying to eat a swan?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! He's the heir to a royal family, and I heard he recently killed two princes. He's a ruthless and lawless character!"

"So what? This is Jiangnan, not his northern border! A good-for-nothing playboy dares to lay his eyes on Jiangnan's number one talented woman? He's a toad lusting after a swan!"

Various sarcastic and disdainful comments entered Chu Feng's ears without any attempt to conceal them.

Chu Feng seemed not to hear him. He was just looking at the veiled figure on the high building with great interest, clicking his tongue in disbelief.

On the Wangjiang Tower, Zhuge Yue's clear, beautiful eyes, hidden behind a light veil, also fell on Chu Feng, a hint of curiosity flickering in them.

She had naturally heard of this playboy's "illustrious reputation," but she never expected him to be like this in person.

"Young Master Chu, weren't you already married to General Xiao Nihuang?" Lu Chen suppressed his shock and questioned in a deep voice, trying to use morality to suppress the other party. "Now that you've come to participate in the martial arts contest to choose a husband, where does that place General Xiao? Aren't you afraid that General Xiao will be angry with you for doing this?"

"Does getting married mean you can't have another wife?" Chu Feng glanced at him and asked rhetorically, his matter-of-fact tone leaving Lu Chen speechless for a moment.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Chu Feng picked at his ear impatiently. "If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then get lost and don't waste my time."

"You!" Lu Chen's face instantly darkened, a surge of anger rising to his head. As a prince, he had never suffered such humiliation!

"Very well! Since Prince Chu insists on humiliating himself, then this prince will grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chen's figure blurred, and his innate true energy surged forth. He formed a claw with his five fingers, and with a sharp whooshing sound, he aimed straight for Chu Feng's throat.

He used all his strength in this move, clearly intending to defeat his enemy in one strike and make a good impression on his sweetheart.

The crowd below gasped in surprise, as if they could already see Chu Feng being choked and defeated in a sorry state.

However, Chu Feng didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of this thunderous attack.

He simply raised his hand casually and waved it lightly at the outstretched claw.

The movements were light and airy, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

boom!

A muffled thud.

To everyone's horror, the arrogant Fifth Prince Lu Chen was sent flying backwards at several times the speed of his arrival, as if he had been struck head-on by a raging giant elephant.

While still in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, tracing a tragic arc before crashing heavily to the ground below the arena, raising a cloud of dust. He struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and their jaws dropped to the floor.

One move?

No, it doesn't even qualify as a single move.

With just a casual wave of his hand, a prince at the Innate Realm was... defeated?

Is this fucking a dream?

How could that legendary good-for-nothing playboy be this strong?!

Lu Chen lay on the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had been dislocated. He looked at the figure on the stage who still had his hands in his pockets, as if he hadn't done anything. In his eyes, besides pain, there was only endless fear and shock.

Chu Feng didn't look at him again, as if he had just swatted a mosquito. He turned around, grinned at Zhuge Yue on the Wangjiang Tower, and was about to speak.

A clear, cool sound, like the tinkling of a spring, came down from upstairs.

"To be my man, Zhuge Yue, you must not only be strong, but also have enough talent."

Chu Feng was taken aback: "Talent?"

"That's right," Zhuge Yue's voice came again, "Now, could you compose a poem for me?"

Upon hearing this, the audience immediately perked up.

"Haha! He's going to make a fool of himself now! What does a mere warrior know about poetry and literature!"

"Exactly! Asking him to write poetry is less efficient than sending him to slaughter a pig!"

Lu Chen's men took the opportunity to help him up. Hearing Zhuge Yue's request, a hint of pleasure flashed in Lu Chen's eyes. He didn't believe that this playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun could produce any decent poems!

Chu Feng stroked his chin, looked at the beautiful figure, and suddenly smiled.

"it is good."

He cleared his throat and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, slowly began to speak. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river's islet."

"A beautiful and graceful lady is the object of a gentleman's affections."

The two simple lines of poetry struck everyone's hearts like two thunderbolts.

The square fell into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Those scholars and literati who were just mocking Chu Feng were now all gaping in disbelief, speechless.

These lines of poetry...

Simple, elegant, and evocative, these words are filled with praise and admiration for beautiful women. In just sixteen characters, they fully express the pure love that men have for the women they admire.

This...this is really a poem that a spoiled brat could write?

On the Wangjiang Tower, Zhuge Yue's delicate body trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes, hidden beneath her veil, suddenly burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.

"A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections..." she murmured to herself, repeatedly pondering these eight words, feeling as if her heartstrings had been plucked hard.

She raised her head and looked again at the young man with a roguish smile on the stage. Her eyes no longer held the scrutiny they had before, but instead held a strange light.

"Butler, please invite this young master upstairs for a chat."

"Yes, Miss." The middle-aged butler recovered from his shock, quickly stepped off the stage, and gestured "please" to Chu Feng with utmost respect.

Chu Feng shrugged and, under the extremely complex gazes of the crowd, followed the steward into Wangjiang Tower.

Below the arena, Lu Chen watched this scene, his face so dark it could drip water. He clenched his fists tightly, the jealousy and resentment in his heart almost setting him ablaze.

On the third floor of Wangjiang Tower, in the private rooms, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Chu Feng sat casually in a grand chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked as relaxed as if he were at home.

Zhuge Yue moved gracefully to sit opposite him, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, quietly observing him.

After a moment of silence, she slowly raised her delicate hand and gently removed the veil from her face.

In an instant, the entire room seemed to brighten up a bit.

What an exquisitely beautiful face it was! Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her nose delicate, her lips cherry-red, and her skin as white as snow. Her aloof demeanor carried a touch of the gentle grace unique to women from Jiangnan, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

Even Chu Feng, who was used to seeing stunning beauties, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

He put down his teacup and sighed sincerely.

"In the north there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent."

"One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation."

Two more lines of poetry, casually composed, yet seemingly tailor-made for the woman before him.

Zhuge Yue's heart was touched once again. She looked at Chu Feng, her beautiful eyes rippling, and said softly, "I never expected that Prince Chu's literary talent would be so outstanding. It seems that the world has a deep misunderstanding of you."

"That's not it." Chu Feng grinned. "I was indeed quite a jerk before."

This frank, almost shameless, answer made Zhuge Yue smile.

She composed herself and changed the subject, getting to the heart of the matter: "I've heard that Prince Chu is already married, and his wife is none other than Xiao Nihuang, who is renowned throughout the land and ranks among the top three beauties on the Great Qian Dynasty's beauty list. Is Prince Chu's action today intended to make Yue'er... a concubine?"

Her voice was soft, but the pride of being the most talented woman in Jiangnan was unmistakable.

Upon hearing this, the butler's face darkened, and he snorted coldly. To want the eldest daughter of the Zhuge family as a concubine? That's utterly delusional!

"No, that's not it." Chu Feng shook his head.

Zhuge Yue's expression softened slightly, assuming that the other party was preparing to promise her the position of principal wife.

But Chu Feng's next words made her expression freeze completely.

"I never intended to marry Miss Zhuge."