Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Qi Zhaoshu was born into a noble family and had a beautiful appearance. People praised him as "as beautiful as a willow in the spring moon, with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, unparalleled in the world." His teacher also said: Qi Zhaoshu was as independent as a solitary pine; when drunk, he was as majestic as a jade mountain about to collapse.

In this era where fame is more important than anything else, he is the brightest moon. When he finishes his studies, he will be able to ascend to the imperial court, show his talents, and become a legend—at least that was the case before he fell into trouble...

For unknown reasons, the Qi family fell into misfortune. His father had been a man of high moral character throughout his life, but he eventually committed suicide in prison. His mother took poison when their home was searched. He was holding his mother's body, and faced with a series of situations, he had no time to react before he was arrested.

No one, whether it was his former classmates or his respected teachers, lent him a hand. He was dragged and pulled into the abyss...

Now those people outside are always talking about him. The former young master has become a dog under someone's crotch, and no one knows who he offended - Qi Zhaoshu himself doesn't know either.

There were always "guests" who pretended to pass by Qi Zhaoshu's compartment casually, listening to the faint moans from inside, and then hearing a ball of fire coming out between his buttocks, burning and making his whole body sting.

Everyone wanted to get a hand on the moon in the sky. Many hands were placed on his body, touching his face and his waist, as if they had also gained some abilities and become more noble.

Qi Zhaoshu still had the arrogance of a son of an aristocratic family, and the unwillingness in his eyes was imprinted on the guest's ferocious face. He didn't know that this unique temperament was the beginning of his hell...

"Hey, have you heard? That family fell into poverty, and their only legitimate son became a prostitute."

"Be careful, or you'll be caught by the yamen if someone hears you."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't this the truth? You are such a learned scholar, but in the end, you are nothing but a toy for men to please. You are such a slut!"

The woman snorted, her eyes full of contempt, probably because she thought it was disgusting for a man to be oppressed by other men. She glanced at the window and turned away.

Qi Zhaoshu, who was not far away, heard the discussion through the window. He lowered his eyes with resentment mixed in his eyes. His jade-like skin was stained with dirty red marks, and the cloak that was half hanging on his shoulders fell off.

He was once again forced to indulge in pleasure, but the unwillingness in his eyes gradually faded, and what permeated his body and mind was no longer the arrogance of a superior but numbness. However, if you look closely, it seems that there is still something left in his eyes.

The sky was gradually shrouded in darkness. He looked at the waning moon outside the window. A pair of hands, whose identities were unknown, touched his eyes. The tea bowls beside him shattered, and the spilled tea left traces of the guests' cloudy eyes.

Another pair of hands rested on his waist. He lay on the bed and looked at the moon that had just risen in the sky. The night was still long...

Life like this was really torturous. He didn't know who had instigated this, but it seemed as if he had a huge hatred for Qi Zhaoshu. He couldn't even die and could only live in a daze. However, he was clear-headed and was unwilling to give up his books even though he had fallen to this point.

The yellowed pages in his hands can bring him some comfort, perhaps because he still has hope in his heart, or perhaps it is just to ease his own pain - when reading the book, he seems to still be the clear-eyed noble boy, who can still imagine the future and realize his grand plans.

Those people ridiculed him, saying that he was still dreaming of going back to the past. He was the most unique person in the capital, but now he was just a male prostitute who was ridden by thousands of people and humiliated by tens of thousands of people.

Qi Zhaoshu listened attentively, and was unwilling to sink with them despite all the humiliation. He put the only remaining books away properly, and felt at ease just by touching them.

Even if he committed suicide, he didn't want to be in his current identity. After death, he wanted to be free.

(Qi Zhaoshu's experience is described in the Douyin comments~)

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"Are you looking for Qi Zhaoshu?" The man being questioned had an intriguing expression on his face, making faces and looking a little obscene.

Meng Chuanbai frowned: "Yes, Qi Zhaoshu and Qi Huaixiu, there is no one else in the capital, right?!"

Lu Wensheng and the others did not accept the prince's banquet, but the prince was the regent after all. Out of respect for the country's destiny, Ji Yanli took Tang He and the others to stay. Tang He looked resentful about this, but he could only watch them leave.

Meng Chuanbai didn't know that Lu Wensheng and the others were cultivators. He just felt that their identities were extraordinary and guessed that they were royal relatives. However, none of the identities in his mind matched, so he simply gave up thinking about it and continued to travel with them - it didn't matter even if they knew.

Meng Chuanbai had not forgotten about coming to the capital to find Qi Zhaoshu. He asked several people, and they all had strange expressions. They said "Qi Zhaoshu?" in a distorted tone, and then looked them up and down with a look that said, "Oh~ Don't judge a person by his appearance!"

Not to mention Lu Wensheng and the others, even Meng Chuanbai felt something was wrong.

Yan Qingshu whispered, "It seems like we are being very unprofessional. Is there something wrong with the reputation of this Master Qi?" He didn't seem like a well-known talent, but rather the object of everyone's ridicule.

Lu Wensheng frowned: "I don't know, I'll know when I see him."

"He's in the alley over there, but before you go in, you need to report to the people outside."

Meng Chuanbai hadn't been back to the capital for many years. He was stunned when he saw the direction the passerby pointed, but he didn't say anything and led the way diligently. In the end, everyone fell silent as they looked at the brothel-like alley.

Yan Qingshu: "Although I am looking forward to it, is it inappropriate to come here now?"

Wei Xun: "Say less." Are you afraid that others don't know that you are not serious?

Meng Chuanbai also collapsed a little, saying that he was wronged and that he was very serious!

"I didn't know. I thought that after so much time, some of the buildings in the capital had changed. I didn't expect it to be Yanliu Lane!"

"Are you here to look for Qi Zhaoshu?"

A man noticed that they were dressed like rich or noble people, vaguely heard something, rolled his eyes and came closer.

Meng Chuanbai rubbed his hair irritably: "Why, you know?"

"Who doesn't know Qi Zhaoshu? He's a famous person here~"

Even a fool could tell that the "celebrity" the other person was talking about was not a celebrity in a positive sense. Meng Chuanbai had a bad feeling.

"Qi Zhaoshu is really here?! Did you misunderstand? The Qi Zhaoshu I'm talking about is..."

"I know, I know. Qi Zhaoshu is a very handsome man in the capital. All the nobles who come here are here for him."

The man whispered, "A nobleman of this status has a special flavor under his crotch..."

Meng Chuanbai's pupils dilated and his eyes rolled back. He could not bear the amount of information and was about to faint. The chief guard behind him hurriedly caught him.

Lu Wensheng and the others were obviously stunned as well, and quickly dispersed to help the man to the ground. Yan Qingshu took the lead and pinched the man's nose wildly, leaving the man next to him stunned.