My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

"Bai Shaoqiu!"

Song Zigui covered his forehead and shouted, "I, Song Zigui, will never forgive you!"

Bai Shaoqiu laughed:

"Oh, Mr. Song, this was an accidental injury. I still want to win the ten thousand taels of silver from you. I definitely don't want to kill you."

"If you want to blame someone, don't blame me. I just wanted to beat the dog in front of you!"

Chang Sanchuan quickly looked at Zhang Wenqian who was standing aside:

"My Lords, if he wants to commit murder, are you just going to..."

Bai Shaoqiu glared at him, "Shut up!"

"You have no other abilities besides barking and confusing right and wrong!"

"I don't even bother to say a few more words to you, because you don't deserve it!"

"You are far inferior to Song Zigui. Mr. Song at least dares to take responsibility for his actions, but what about you?"

"You dare to say that, and you're talking nonsense, confusing right and wrong!"

"What I hate most is self-righteous people like you... If you dare to say another word, I will be so fierce."

"Brother-in-law!"

Bai Shaoqiu pointed at Chang Sanchuan:

"If he opens his mouth again, you'll kill him!"

Dongfang's voice was like spring thunder, holding the iron rod in his hand, extremely excited: "Okay, if he opens his mouth again, I will beat him to death!"

Chang Sanchuan and all the students stood there in shock, and no one dared to make a sound.

Bai Shaoqiu glanced at Chang Sanchuan with contempt:

"Bai Wuyi is a scholar!"

He turned around and looked at the three dumbfounded deans.

He bowed to Zhang Laoyuan and said with a smile:

"Now it's finally quiet. Some people are just mean!"

"They always like to judge others from their supposedly moral high ground, without knowing the details and without distinguishing right from wrong. It's such a waste of time to explain to such people."

"I wonder what the second thing Mr. Zhang wants to tell everyone is...?"

Only then did Zhang Wenqian come to his senses.

He gave Bai Shaoqiu a meaningful look and announced loudly:

"After reading Mr. Bai's poem about late spring, both Mr. Fang, the senior scholar from the Jingsi Department, agreed that Mr. Bai's poem deserves..."

"A-rank one!"

Master Song gave the judgment of B-3!

Zhang Laoyuan is re-declaring his poem as top-grade...

When the more than a thousand students heard this, their faces suddenly became interesting.

They looked at each other in disbelief. They were obviously extremely dissatisfied, but no one dared to make a sound.

Because the silly fourth young master of the palace was standing opposite them!

Holding an iron rod.

There was drool at the corner of his mouth.

Those eyes were fixed on them.

Just like a living devil!

When Chang Sanchuan saw the situation, he knew that if he didn't speak up, Bai Shaoqiu would definitely fail the second test!

It can be predicted that he will be able to pass the next four tests smoothly!

Because he is fearless!

Also because these judges were threatened by the palace.

But if I speak now, I might lose my life!

He turned his head and looked at Song Zigui who was still covering his forehead...

Now it's your turn to take the lead!

The one who was punished by the Ninth Princess was your father!

He’s not my dad!

Even if you are beaten to death by those four young masters, you will die first!

Song Zigui probably understood the meaning of his eyes, or perhaps he was worried about his father's safety.

He covered his forehead and stepped forward.

He opened his mouth!

Dongfang Meng was overjoyed and raised the long iron stick in his hand.

Bai Shaoqiu stopped him.

"Not beating him to death?"

"No, this Mr. Song owes me, my brother-in-law, ten thousand taels of silver. I have to keep it."

"……Oh."

Dongfang Meng retracted his stick.

Bai Shaoqiu took a step forward.

"Song Gongzi, as the most talented person in Xiling City, you must be dissatisfied with my taking first place."

"But I did get an A+. I still have four tests to go. I need to hurry and finish the exams to get this top scorer, because I have a lot of other things to do."

"As for your suspicions and doubts, Elder Zhang will surely show you what I have said."

Bai Shaoqiu's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the young men and said:

"This is the last time I will speak to you in such a good mood."

"So who is that... Chang Sanchuan, right? With your limited knowledge of poetry and prose, you dare to say irresponsible things in front of me?"

"Wen, this young master doesn't even take you seriously!"

"Wu, I'm afraid you can't even bear a finger from my brother-in-law."

"Quan... Can you afford to offend the palace?"

"Power, let me say it again, this young master is the son-in-law bestowed by the emperor! The one standing behind me is the current emperor!"

"Think carefully, your brain, which is smaller than a green plum, who gave you the courage to stand here and talk so much nonsense?"

"You, all of you, I will remember this!"

"Don't question my knowledge, and don't base your ignorance on groundless speculation!"

Bai Shaoqiu raised his head, took a step, thought about it, and retracted his step, looking at the group of students again.

"I suddenly thought of a couplet to give to you."

He put his hands behind his back and said loudly:

"Listen carefully!"

"Keep it firmly in mind!"

"The reeds on the wall are top-heavy and shallow-rooted; the bamboo shoots in the mountains have pointed mouths, thick skins, and hollow bellies!"

"Don't imitate the reeds and bamboo shoots!"

"Calm down and study hard!"

This time he really turned and left.

The terrified and shocked looks of the students carrying their bodies on their backs.

His steps remained steady.

His figure remained calm.

Even the three elders who were looking at his back at this moment were stunned by the couplet he casually said.

As everyone watched, he took Dongfang Meng and walked through the scholarly gate.

"Cough cough,"

Zhang Wenqian cleared his throat twice, drawing the students' attention back.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Song Zigui.

He handed the paper in his hand to Song Zigui and said:

"Are you still not convinced?"

"Based on the couplet he just said, I think you should reflect on your actions!"

"His late spring poem is right here... This is the B-grade grade your father rated. Take a look for yourself."

Song Zigui's eyes fell on the paper. After a moment, he was shocked and felt despair in his heart.

He had to admit that this was a poem that truly deserved the top grade!

He also had to admit that the level of this poem was far superior to his!

His father gave him a B...

Zhang Wenqian stroked his long beard and said calmly, "Your name is Chang Sanchuan? Take a look. If you're still not convinced after reading it... then write a poem and let the three of us judge it together!"

Song Zigui turned around silently and handed the paper to Chang Sanchuan.

Chang Sanchuan took a look...

I’m in!

Was this written by Bai Shaoqiu?

Even the teachers in Changxing Academy would find it difficult to write such good lyrics!

Song Zigui...you killed me!

Fortunately, I didn’t open my mouth to argue for you just now, otherwise, this would have been a waste of life!

"You all take a look."

Zhang Wenqian put his hands behind his back and took a deep breath:

"Mr. Bai's talent is beyond your reach!"

"After hearing this, the great scholar Si Lao called him 'old brother'!"

"After seeing this, the great scholar Fang called him 'little friend'!"

"You...I didn't underestimate you!"

"You can't even compare to him!"

"Now I ask you, he must be ranked first, do you accept it or not?"