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

Step inside the poetry gathering.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced around and noticed that many people were staring at him.

But those gazes were not filled with goodwill.

There were cold stares, disgust, and even undisguised rejection.

Clearly, the people here are not very welcoming to him, the heir of the Jiang family.

Of course, there are also some people who don't recognize Jiang Xiaobai.

But after the person next to them whispered a few words, the students who had initially only looked puzzled gradually frowned and looked in Jiang Xiaobai's direction, and then showed more disgust.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't seem to care too much about this.

after all.

His predecessor was a notorious playboy.

Ignorant and incompetent, arrogant and domineering.

In the eyes of these self-proclaimed intellectuals, he was undoubtedly a rotten apple.

It's understandable that they're being ostracized like this now.

Just as Jiang Xiaobai was pondering this, the deep voice of the guard beside him suddenly rang in his ear.

"Young Master, the Marquis said you can choose as many as you like!"

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai's lips twitched slightly.

Pick as many as you want?

It sounded incredibly awkward coming from his father.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they went to the market to buy radishes.

Despite his complaints, Jiang Xiaobai's gaze still unconsciously swept around his surroundings.

Believe it or not, there were quite a few young and pretty girls at this poetry gathering.

Some have exquisite features, while others possess a graceful and refined temperament.

Some of them, just by standing there, exude an air of scholarly refinement.

However, Jiang Xiaobai had just turned his gaze in that direction.

The women's faces, which had been relatively calm, immediately showed expressions of disgust.

Some turned their heads away, while others frowned.

Even more extreme, some took a half step back, as if afraid of being targeted by Jiang Xiaobai.

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai was speechless for a moment.

Good grief, I haven't even started choosing yet.

Did they start disliking me first?

Sure enough... the big black pot left behind by the previous owner was unusually heavy.

Just as Jiang Xiaobai was filled with helplessness, three figures sat down in a pavilion deep in the garden.

One of the women was sitting upright in front of the zither table, gently touching the strings.

Two men were sitting opposite the woman.

One of them was dressed in white, holding a teacup, and his demeanor was composed. He always had a faint smile on his face and looked exceptionally refined.

The other person was dressed much more luxuriously, with exquisite robes and a jade pendant hanging from his waist.

One glance is enough to tell that the family background is extraordinary.

At this moment, he was gently closing his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, clearly enjoying the music.

Just then.

The man in white turned his gaze, as if he had noticed something, and suddenly said, "Brother Zeng, look over there!"

Upon hearing this, the man with his eyes closed slowly opened them.

Then, they looked in the direction indicated by the man in white.

When he saw Jiang Xiaobai, his eyebrows immediately twitched.

Then, a playful smile appeared on his face: "Isn't that the good-for-nothing heir of the Jiang family? What's he doing here?"

"Who knows!"

The man in white smiled slightly after hearing this, his gaze still fixed on Jiang Xiaobai, and slowly said, "Your Excellency the Prime Minister has always been dissatisfied with the Jiang family's control of a large army."

"I didn't expect this kid to dare come here."

"I don't know whether to call him bold or ignorant!"

Upon hearing the white-robed man's words, the man addressed as Brother Zeng chuckled softly.

"Who can argue with that!"

At this point, Zeng Qingchi paused slightly, then continued, "The Jiang family was full of loyal martyrs; how glorious they were in their heyday!"

"But now, only this one son remains, and he's a good-for-nothing!"

"In my opinion, the Jiang family won't last long; they'll likely decline completely!"

As Zeng Qingchi finished speaking.

The man in white picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then smiled slightly, saying, "Indeed, if those two spoiled brats were still alive, the Jiang family... would not be to be underestimated!"

"Now all I can say is, what a pity!"

After saying that, the man in white gently shook his head.

There was a hint of regret in his expression.

But how much of that regret was genuine, only he himself probably knows.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white seemed to have noticed something else and suddenly chuckled again: "Looks like there are quite a few people who don't welcome him!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Qingchi raised his head again.

Among the crowd, two men who looked like scholars walked straight toward Jiang Xiaobai with angry expressions.

Seeing this scene.

Zeng Qingchi's lips curled up: "It's not bad to have some fun at this poetry gathering!"

……

at the same time.

Jiang Xiaobai's steps also gradually came to a stop.

Because at this moment, there were two more figures in front of him.

They were two men dressed as scholars.

The two stood there, looking like they had come with ill intentions.

Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, looked at the two people blocking his way, raised an eyebrow, and then said, "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

As Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking.

One of the men immediately stepped forward and said coldly, "This is a poetry gathering; unauthorized personnel are not welcome!"

"Please leave quickly, lest you defile this elegant place!"

After the sound faded.

Many people around also turned their gazes over.

Some people had indifferent expressions.

Some people, however, were somewhat gloating.

Clearly, they also wanted to see how Jiang Xiaobai would respond next.

The guard standing next to Jiang Xiaobai's face instantly turned cold.

"court death!"

The guard took a step forward, his hand already resting on the sword at his waist.

Those eyes were even more frighteningly cold.

It seemed as if he would draw his sword on the spot if Jiang Xiaobai uttered just one word.

But at that moment, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and stopped the guard.

Then, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, looked at the two people in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Hehe, interesting!"

Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded devoid of any anger, but rather carried a hint of indescribable amusement.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone dressed as a scholar, yet doing the work of a watchdog..."

"You...you dare to insult us!"

Upon hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, the two became even angrier.

"Scold? I'd rather slap you!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand without any mercy and slapped him.

One slap for each person, it sounded extremely crisp.

The two men were stunned, clearly not expecting Jiang Xiaobai to dare to make a move in the Prime Minister's residence.

In their anger, the two men were also somewhat carried away and immediately prepared to teach Jiang Xiaobai a lesson. However, just as they were about to make their move, they felt an icy chill.

Clang!

The sword's edge is drawn!

The person who took action was the general who was following Jiang Xiaobai.

Just as the sword was about to strike the two men, a sudden gust of wind swept over them.

A pebble struck the sword with pinpoint accuracy.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the general took half a step back.

Looking up, they saw an old man standing in front of the two scholars.

The old man's expression was somber: "This is the venue for the young lady's poetry gathering; you are not allowed to cause trouble here!"

After saying that, the old man gave Jiang Xiaobai a cold look: "Please leave!"

Although Jiang Xiaobai was secretly surprised, he did not turn around, but looked at the two scholars and said.

"You two, didn't you hear what this old man said? Get out of here!"