The First Marquis of Leisure

One night passed

Bai Xinghe did not leave the Qian residence that night, but in order not to worry Hu Pingfan and his grandson Hu Xing'er.

Qian Yuan specially sent a servant to the south of the city to inform him.

The next morning, Qian Yuan came to the side room early to wake Bai Xinghe.

"Brother, get ready. I just received an invitation from the Seventh Prince's residence. There's a banquet today, inviting many scions of prominent families in the capital. Come with me."

Bai Xinghe originally wanted to continue resting, but as soon as he heard the words "Seventh Prince," he immediately jumped up!

"good!"

Seeing Bai Xinghe so excited, Qian Yuan became somewhat curious.

"Brother, why are you so agitated?"

Bai Xinghe instantly realized he had overreacted and quickly explained, "After all, he is of royal blood from the Yan Kingdom. It's natural to be a little excited to attend a banquet hosted by such a person."

Qian Yuan shook his head and sighed, "The Seventh Prince is a pitiful person. He should have had a bright future and was very talented, but he broke both his legs and became a cripple."

"His Majesty, out of pity, specially found a princess or county princess from the Yan Kingdom to be betrothed to him. Alas!"

Hearing this, Bai Xinghe clenched his fists tightly, feeling extremely distressed.

"Never mind, that princess from Zhao who married into the country is also a pitiful person. It's no different from being a widow for life." Qian Yuan sighed to himself, but to Bai Xinghe, every word was like a knife to the heart.

"Brother Qian, let's set off immediately to avoid being late."

Qian Yuan nodded and didn't say anything more.

......

The Seventh Prince's Residence

Today, a banquet is being held to entertain the scions of prominent families in the capital.

This was the first time a disabled prince had ever held a public banquet.

Many scions of prominent families had already arrived with lavish gifts.

Bai Xinghe and Qian Yuan had arrived long ago, but at Bai Xinghe's insistence, the two remained hidden in the shadows and watched without showing themselves.

After seeing that Yuan Benchu ​​and Yuan Yao were the last to arrive, the two of them finally showed up.

"Brother, stick close to me later. This Yuan Benchu ​​is not to be trifled with; he is the direct heir of the Yuan family."

Qian Yuan was clearly somewhat uneasy, and seemed to be a little afraid of Yuan Benchu.

Bai Xinghe nodded, but his mind was completely on Zhao Sisi.

The banquet had already been prepared at the prince's residence.

Clearly, the scions of prominent families in the capital were basically led by Yuan Benchu, and even the descendants of the current Prime Minister Qiu Qingtian respected him as their elder brother.

When Qian Yuan and Bai Xinghe walked in, the atmosphere immediately became tense.

"Kid, you've got some nerve. Did you think you could rest easy just because you know Qian Yuan?"

Yuan Yao's face revealed murderous intent as he glared at Bai Xinghe and threatened him.

Bai Xinghe glanced at Yuan Yao and said sarcastically, "Has the injury on your face healed?"

"Fuck your mother, what did you say!" Yuan Yao completely lost his temper and started cursing.

Qian Yuan immediately added insult to injury: "Is this all the refinement the descendants of the Yuan family, who have held high office for four generations, possess?"

"Qian Yuan, who do you think you are?"

"I am your father. Since you have disrespected my brother, I will not give you any face."

Just as the two were about to clash, Yuan Benchu ​​raised his hand, and Yuan Yao immediately shut up.

Yuan Benchu ​​walked over with an imposing and dignified air.

Qian Yuan was visibly nervous, while Bai Xinghe remained as calm as ever.

"So you're the one who laid a hand on Yuan Yao, and with Qian Yuan's help, you don't take my Yuan family seriously?"

Yuan Benchu ​​stared at Bai Xinghe with a condescending and scrutinizing attitude.

"So what if it is?" Bai Xinghe was completely unafraid.

"Not bad, you've got guts, but the Yuan family will make you regret it."

Yuan Benchu ​​made a harsh threat in public.

"Alright, Yuan Benchu, with me here today, you won't lay a finger on a hair on my brother's head!"

"You? You're just a good-for-nothing!" Yuan Benchu ​​looked down on Qian Yuan, which made Qian Yuan extremely angry.

But he knew that his opponent was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and that he was no match for him at all.

But things are different now, because Bai Xinghe has prepared eight poems for himself in advance.

If you can't win by force, then fight with words!

"Yuan Benchu, stop pretending in front of me. Do you dare to compete with me?"

Yuan Benchu ​​scoffed, "What do you want to compete in?"

"Of course we'll compete in poetry. Do you expect me to have a martial arts contest with you at the Seventh Prince's banquet?" Qian Yuan sneered.

These words immediately drew ridicule from many scions of prominent families.

"Young Master Qian, are you sure you're not mistaken? You want to compete with Young Master Yuan in poetry?"

"Young Master Qian, you'd better save your breath to avoid humiliating yourself."

Qian Yuan snorted coldly and said, "What do you know?"

Yuan Benchu ​​smiled too; this was exactly what he wanted. He and Yuan Yao had planned it out last night.

Today, we will use this banquet to ruin Qian Yuan's reputation and give Qian Guanglu a good beating.

Unexpectedly, Qian Yuan took the initiative to propose it, which was tantamount to courting death.

"Qian Yuan, don't say I'm bullying you. You can choose any subject matter you want; you go first!"

Qian Yuan and Bai Xinghe exchanged a glance, and both of them revealed a cold smile.

"Yuan Benchu, if you lose, you must apologize to my brother, and Yao must keep that good-for-nothing Yuan Yao in check!"

"If I lose, my brother and I will submit to your disposal!"

"Okay," Yuan Benchu ​​readily agreed.

Seeing that Yuan Benchu ​​had agreed, Qian Yuan's smile became even more undisguised.

He followed Bai Xinghe's earlier suggestion and pretended to be profound.

He then cleared his throat and said, "Now that autumn has arrived, let's take autumn as the theme, and I, this young master, will make a fool of myself!"

"Hehe, very well, I'll do as you please!" Yuan Benchu ​​stood with his hands behind his back, quite confident, not taking Qian Yuan seriously at all.

Qian Yuan was too lazy to say anything more and began to recite.

"The silver candle's autumn light chills the painted screen; a light silk fan flutters, chasing away fireflies."

"The night sky is cool as water, I sit and watch the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl stars!"

Without hesitation, Qian Yuan recited the poem in one breath!

In an instant, everyone fell silent, their faces filled with astonishment.

The Yuan brothers, Yuan Benchu ​​and Yuan Yao, who had intended to mock and ridicule, stopped abruptly at this moment, their smiles freezing on their faces!

"Yuan Benchu, how is it? Is my poem acceptable?"

"What a wonderful poem! This is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful poem!"

"It seems Young Master Qian is quite good at hiding his true abilities!"

The others cheered and were amazed.

"Young Master Yuan, it's your turn!"

Qian Yuan said provocatively.

Yuan Benchu's face was extremely ugly. He never expected that Qian Yuan, who usually frequented brothels, could compose such a poem!

He was speechless, feeling a burning pain on his face.

After this poem was written, he could no longer continue, because it was impossible to surpass it!

"Young Master Yuan, would you like to invite your own scholars to evaluate my poem? Or perhaps we could ask someone from the Imperial Academy to do so?"

"Qian Yuan, you!" Yuan Benchu ​​was both jealous and shocked!

"Seventh Prince, Seventh Princess Consort has arrived!" Just then, a voice rang out, breaking the silence.

Everyone stopped, and Bai Xinghe clenched his fist, his heart tightening for no reason.

Several servants from the Prince's mansion carried a chair out from inside, accompanied by a beautiful woman.

The woman, wearing a veil of rosy clouds, had a sorrowful expression on her face; it was none other than Zhao Sisi!

"Sisi!" Bai Xinghe murmured to himself, wanting to rush forward, but he held back.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Seventh Prince! Greetings, Your Highness the Seventh Princess!" Everyone bowed in greeting.

Only Bai Xinghe stood there blankly, staring intently at Zhao Sisi.

"Brother, you mustn't be impolite," Qian Yuan quickly pulled him back.

Bai Xinghe then slowly followed the others to pay their respects, and at that moment, Zhao Sisi looked up and saw him!