My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

"Li Zhiwei?"

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Xiaobai's expression shifted slightly.

Through his memory, he understood why Jiang Jingcheng had said that.

Indeed, Li Zhiwei's reputation in the capital remains extremely prominent.

She was the most talented woman in the Imperial Academy, and more importantly, she was the last disciple of Lin Fengshuo, the erudite scholar Lin Suru!

Lin Suru...

This man once held the position of Grand Tutor. Even though he has now stepped down, his students and former officials are all over the court, and his influence remains unmatched.

The reason why his father specifically mentioned Li Zhiwei was because...

It's probably not just about worrying about offending the Prime Minister's office.

What I fear most is that this will completely offend this learned scholar!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai chuckled dryly and looked at Jiang Jingcheng: "Hey, what if... she takes a liking to me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingcheng, whose expression was already cold and hard, immediately let out a sneer: "She would be interested in you?!"

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai's lips twitched slightly.

Then, he raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and said earnestly, "I believe anything is possible!"

"Oh!"

Jiang Jingcheng sneered: "If you can really win Li Zhiwei's favor, then... I'll fucking kill you!!"

That's right, he and Prime Minister Li were never on good terms.

He disliked Prime Minister Li, and Prime Minister Li disliked him in return.

If his son really marries into the Prime Minister's family, wouldn't he be inferior to the Prime Minister in every way?

Secondly, the Jiang family is a family of generals and martial arts masters, while Prime Minister Li is the head of the civil officials!

Li Zhiwei is a talented woman. If Jiang Xiaobai really marries into the Prime Minister's mansion, he will be laughed to death by all the martial arts masters in the world!

Does he even care about saving face?!

Jiang Xiaobai gave a wry smile and remained silent.

……

Half an hour later.

As the carriage slowly came to a stop, a respectful voice immediately came from outside.

"My lord, we've arrived at the Prime Minister's residence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jingcheng slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

He then got up first and got off the carriage.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai naturally followed.

I just got off the bus.

Jiang Xiaobai then saw a magnificent mansion, standing quietly under the night sky.

Stone lions guard the entrance on both sides, with vermilion gates and high walls, and bright lights.

Above the gate, the three large characters "Prime Minister's Residence" are written in a vigorous and elegant style, exuding an air of majesty.

Seeing this scene before him, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Can this crisis be resolved? Can his life be saved first?

It all depends on tonight!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai's expression became much more serious.

Jiang Jingcheng, without pausing at all, strode directly into the Prime Minister's residence.

The two guards at the door changed their expressions slightly the moment they saw Jiang Jingcheng.

obviously.

They naturally recognized the title of Marquis of Zhenbei.

However, recognizing it is one thing.

This is the Prime Minister's residence.

Moreover, tonight's poetry gathering is attended by scholars and literati.

A military family nobleman like Jiang Jingcheng, who exudes a murderous aura, suddenly arriving with his entourage doesn't seem like someone who's there to attend a banquet at all.

One of the guards steeled himself and stepped forward, just about to raise his hand to stop him.

"My lord, tonight..."

However, he hadn't even finished speaking.

The menacing aura emanating from the guards behind Jiang Jingcheng was immediately released.

"roll!"

A cold shout, like a thunderclap.

All of them were seasoned veterans.

Countless drops of blood have stained his hands.

Once that aura was released, it was something that ordinary people simply couldn't withstand.

The two guards at the door turned deathly pale instantly.

The person who had just spoken took a half step back, his throat bobbing, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Jiang Xiaobai, standing behind, felt his eyelids twitch slightly.

Good guy.

His cheapskate father is just as domineering wherever he goes.

Attending a poetry gathering felt like leading an army to raid someone's home.

But then he thought about it again and realized he could understand.

After all, time is of the essence right now, and his father probably doesn't have the mood to reason with people slowly.

soon.

The group went directly into the Prime Minister's residence.

After entering the mansion, Jiang Jingcheng slowed his pace slightly and then looked at a guard behind him.

"You take the young master to the poetry gathering, I'll go and have a chat with Prime Minister Li."

After saying that, Jiang Jingcheng sighed deeply. He really didn't want to associate with this kind of civil official, especially since he had a deep conflict with this Prime Minister Li!

"Yes, my lord!"

The guard immediately clasped his hands in response.

Jiang Jingcheng nodded, then turned around and glared at Jiang Xiaobai.

That gaze seemed to be a silent warning.

You better behave yourself!

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai immediately adopted an extremely obedient demeanor and nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Jingcheng snorted coldly, turned around, and quickly left in another direction.

Watching Jiang Jingcheng's departing figure.

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes flickered slightly.

have to say.

My own father is indeed decisive and efficient in his actions.

This time, it was all to protect his son.

He did not hesitate to personally visit Prime Minister Li.

That's... risking everything.

Thinking about this, Jiang Xiaobai was somewhat moved.

With a soft sigh, Jiang Xiaobai pulled himself out of his thoughts and followed the guard in another direction.

The Prime Minister's residence is very large.

Along the way, pavilions, towers, covered bridges, and waterside terraces all exude an air of elegance.

Compared to the cold and heavy atmosphere of the Jiang family mansion, this place is obviously much more refined.

After walking for a while, the area ahead gradually became lively.

Just then, a melodious melody drifted over on the wind.

Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Ahead, there was a garden, with lush flowers and trees and lanterns hanging high.

Amidst the flickering lights, dozens of young men and women could be seen chatting and laughing.

Some people are playing the zither, while others are reciting poetry.

Some people stood in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

It actually does look quite like a poetry gathering.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai raised an eyebrow.

The atmosphere here is absolutely fantastic.

If he weren't carrying a ticking time bomb on his back, he might actually be interested in taking a good look at it.

However, before the two could actually get close...

A scholar-like man walked over from the front.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, with a fair complexion, and looked quite refined.

However, when his gaze swept over Jiang Xiaobai and the guard, his brows furrowed noticeably.

Especially after seeing the sword at the guard's waist, his expression became even more wary.

"The two of you."

The scholar cupped his hands in greeting and then asked, "Do you have an invitation?"

Jiang Xiaobai opened his mouth, just about to say something.

However, the next moment, his personal guard raised his hand expressionlessly and placed it directly on the sword at his waist.

Clang...

The longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

A sharp edge suddenly burst forth.

The chilling coldness swept across the scholar's face almost touching it.

"this."

The guard asked calmly, "Does it work?"

The scholar's previously composed face instantly turned deathly pale.

There was even a faint sheen of cold sweat on his forehead.

As a scholar, he had never seen anything like this before.

Especially the person in front of him, you could tell at a glance that he was someone who would really dare to draw his sword and kill.

Under these circumstances, he wouldn't dare utter another word of nonsense.

The scholar immediately stepped aside, his voice trembling slightly, "Please...please!"

Seeing this, the guard snorted coldly, then sheathed his sword and led Jiang Xiaobai inside.

Jiang Xiaobai followed beside him, his expression somewhat strange.

Indeed, like father, like son.

From top to bottom, they were all incredibly reckless.

But then I thought about it again.

That's normal.

Tonight, I'm here to snatch people... oh no, I'm here to pick people.

Low key?

That's clearly not in line with the Jiang family's style.

The scholar stood there, watching the two figures from behind, his brows furrowed deeply.

"The Jiang family?"

The scholar murmured something; he had clearly seen the character "Jiang" on the sword.

Thinking of this, his gaze returned to Jiang Xiaobai.

"This young man... could he be Jiang Xiaobai, the纨绔子弟 (spoiled brat) of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion?"

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even deeper.

What would someone who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun do at this poetry gathering?

Could it be... that I can recite a couple of lines of poetry?

That's a joke!!