Is there any hope for me, who proposed to the world-destroying empress at the very beginning?

If this madman really makes a move, he... will be so wronged!

Fortunately, Su Liang's attention was not on him, which both relieved the Third Prince and filled him with humiliation.

The scene before him, in particular, made him feel like he was being attacked by minotaurs.

Because his sweetheart, whom he was about to propose to, was with Su Liang, Lian Qingwu, leaving him no room to interfere.

What's even more infuriating is that it wasn't Su Liang who was trying to curry favor, but Lian Qingwu.

"Crack!"

The third prince clenched his fingers, the murderous intent in his eyes flashing in an instant.

He had already won over all the military forces he could. But he still couldn't guarantee that he could firmly suppress the Crown Prince, so naturally he could only start with the Duke of Zhenguo, who had long since distanced himself from court affairs.

He was determined to win the light dance today and was confident that no one could compete with him.

Until Su Liang appeared, everything was completely disrupted!

The third prince watched helplessly as the woman he considered his possession chatted and laughed with his enemy, and it was obvious that the woman was the one fawning over him.

This prompted him to urge in a deep voice,

"Now, isn't it time for dinner?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it's still early..."

The servant wanted to continue speaking, but seeing the Third Prince's terrifying gaze, he abruptly stopped.

He nodded, trembling with fear.

"I understand. I will go and have someone prepare it right away."

A moment later, everyone took their seats at the banquet.

Despite their status, Wenren Qing and Yuan Xi were not allowed to sit with Lian Qingwu.

No, it wasn't just them; perhaps from beginning to end, only Su Liang was able to sit with Lian Qingwu.

If it weren't for the maid Liuxiu tugging at Lian Qingwu's sleeve and reminding her, even the Third Prince would have been reassigned elsewhere.

(Served at dawn)

Chapter 110 This Prince Can't possibly lose! (Please subscribe and vote!)

"Qingwu, this is a royal chef I brought from the palace. Please take a look and see if the taste suits you."

The third prince was gentle and refined, and extremely courteous.

Lian Qingwu, however, kept her eyes glued to her savior.

"Young Master Su, would you like to try it first and see if it suits your taste?"

……

"Qingwu, this is venison that I hunted specially. Would you like to try some?"

"Young Master Su, this meat has the perfect balance of lean and fat, it melts in your mouth, please..."

……

"Qingwu, this is a fine wine, a nectar of the gods..."

"Young Master Su, aren't you drinking?"

Those who witnessed these scenes shook their heads, sighed, or felt resentment...

A mixture of emotions, each with their own thoughts.

Who could have imagined that the Third Prince, who had arrived earlier and intimidated everyone, seemingly determined to win, would lose before the game even began?

Especially the way she held her chopsticks for so long, and that forced smile, all of it spoke volumes...

Those who fawn over their idols will never have a good end.

It was both pitiful and strangely refreshing for the talented men who had previously been struggling to breathe.

Followed by.

It's an indescribable feeling of frustration and envy.

When had they ever seen such a passionate gesture from Lian Qingwu?

The most hateful one has to be that peerless genius. He remained unmoved and expressionless from beginning to end. Who are you trying to impress?

Wenren Qing and Yuan Xi were practically grinding their teeth to dust.

The two were supposed to be the main characters today, but now they're not even considered supporting characters!

The most annoyed person was, of course, the Third Prince.

He was just one step away from success, only that tiny step, and now he's been kicked down.

No matter how much he tried to please her, he couldn't get this top female scholar to even glance at him.

The presence of the imperial chef provided Lian Qingwu with plenty of topics to discuss, and Su Liang enjoyed the meal to the fullest.

All the effort I've put in is just helping my enemy seduce my woman?

"Crack!"

Once again, the Third Prince, his head covered in green, clenched his fist under the table, but maintained his composure.

You have to hold your nerve, otherwise it's hard to say who will get hit.

quickly.

Yuan Xi could no longer tolerate the awkward atmosphere, and he took the initiative to suggest...

"Since today is a poetry gathering, we will naturally make friends through poetry."

On such a fine occasion with such fine wine, why don't you all take this opportunity to compose a poem on the spot?

The third prince pondered for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Young Master Su, I've heard that your poem once overshadowed Wu Chen, the former number one scholar, making you the most outstanding scholar in the capital."

Why not let everyone witness your literary talent again today?

"Not interested."

Su Liang refused without even thinking.

however.

The words had barely left his mouth when he was met with mocking urging from Wenren Qing and the others.

"Does Young Master Su perhaps not know how to compose poetry at all?"

"No way, no way, someone really wouldn't take someone else's famous quote and claim it as their own?"

"To deceive the little princess is tantamount to the greatest disrespect!"

Hearing this, Su Liang finally put down his chopsticks and glanced at them indifferently.

With just one glance, the crowd that had just been mocking him fell silent, as if chilled to the bone by a cold wind, so that no one dared to utter another word.

Then, he said casually,

"I love being forced, don't you think, Third Prince?"

Faced with Su Liang's meaningful gaze, the Third Prince seemed to recall his recent encounter at the palace, and his face immediately turned ashen.

"Today is a poetry gathering, and I do not wish to cause any trouble with you."

"If we're civilized people, let's resolve this using civilized methods!"

“Being a thug here doesn’t count as a skill.”

"A provocation tactic? You've really got some nerve!"

Upon hearing this, Su Liang couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.

Meeting his gaze, the Third Prince felt like prey being watched, but he still calmly spoke.

"Today, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Since you were able to defeat Wu Chen in the past, you're not afraid to gamble against someone like me who isn't good at poetry?"

"Three poems in a row, best two out of three."

"If you win, I will avoid you whenever I see you from now on. I will stay far away from wherever you are!"

The third prince looked confident, because although he was not good at poetry and songs, he was not the one who was good at poetry.

He never said he would do it himself!

To gain Lian Qingwu's trust, he had already placed many talented men around him beforehand.

There are exceptional strategists, scholars who have studied poetry for thirty years, and even a former top scholar, the most talented man in the capital...

Each of them is a peerless talent, far surpassing the former number one scholar of the capital.

How could he possibly lose?

Soon, as soon as Su Liang speaks, someone will come up with the best answer immediately and present it to him.

Tell me, how could I possibly lose!

The third prince's confidence grew even stronger, and he asked with great arrogance,

"Su Liang, do you dare or not!"

Upon hearing this, the many young ladies and talented men present held their breath, awaiting Su Liang's answer.

Immediately, Su Liang also stood up and slowly wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth.

"Lunch was good, I was quite satisfied with my meal, so I won't hold your nonsense against you today."

See you next time.

Having said that, Su Liang turned to leave amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, showing no intention of engaging in battle.

Moreover, despite his obvious cowardice, the words he uttered sounded like charity.

Give the Third Prince a chance to save face?

Is our understanding incorrect?