The emperor faked his death? Never mind, I will ascend the throne directly!

The fat man was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Li Chengfeng: "You...you..."

"What do you mean? Straighten your tongue first!"

Li Chengfeng interrupted him rudely, his eyes as sharp as a knife. "If you dare point at me again, I'll chop off that fat pig finger of yours and feed it to the dogs!"

Sima Jingshan's face was gloomy. In all his life, no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

He suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Young man, don't go too far. We in the Sima family respect you as a man, so we are being courteous to you. Don't be ungrateful!"

"Three points of courtesy?"

Li Chengfeng laughed heartily, his laughter filled with sarcasm. "Master Sima, you are so shameless! You are clearly bullying others by taking advantage of your power, yet you still speak so righteously. It's truly astonishing!"

"Master Sima, you don't have to beat around the bush with me."

He paused, staring at Sima Jingshan with sharp eyes: "You clearly want to show off your power today, so I will take it. However, I am Miss Song's guest today. If you really want to touch me, you have to ask Miss Song for permission!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Song Yuwei with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Song Yuwei had been watching coldly until this moment when she slowly spoke, her voice as cold as jade: "Mr. Li is the distinguished guest I brought with me. His meaning is my meaning."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

No one expected that Song Yuwei would actually stand on Li Chengfeng's side, and they all speculated about Li Chengfeng's background.

Sima Jingshan's face looked extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Song Yuwei would openly go against the Sima family for an unknown person.

He took a deep breath, tried hard to control his emotions, and said with a forced smile, "Miss Song, what do you mean? Are you really going to tear your face with my Sima family for an outsider?"

"Master Sima, you are too kind. Young Master Li and I are old acquaintances. I cannot sit idly by and watch him being humiliated today."

Song Yuwei smiled faintly, but her tone did not show any concession:

"Besides, Young Master Li has won first place in the poetry competition for two consecutive years. His talent is so immense that no ordinary 'outsider' can compare to him. If the Sima family can't accommodate him, I will take him away."

Sima Jingshan's face turned pale. He didn't expect that Song Yuwei would actually use the title of champion of the poetry competition to pressure him.

Now that the poetry gathering is about to begin, if Song Yuwei takes Li Chengfeng away, it will definitely affect the reputation of the Sima family.

"Miss Song is joking."

He cursed in his heart, but he had to force a smile on his face:

"My Sima family has been established in Luodu for over a hundred years. How could we not tolerate a mere champion of a poetry competition? However, this young man's words were rude and offended the Sima family. He deserves an explanation, right?"

The people around also echoed, thinking that the Sima family had given enough face and Li Chengfeng should stop while he was ahead.

"Master Sima is highly respected, and Yuwei has always respected him. However, Master Li has won the first prize in the poetry competition for two consecutive years. He is extremely talented and is no ordinary person."

Song Yuwei chuckled and turned to Sima Jingshan, her tone respectful but with a hidden edge:

"He was humiliated today, so I naturally can't just sit back and watch. If the Sima family doesn't welcome him, I'll take him away. I don't think anyone will force him to stay."

Sima Jingshan's face turned pale and blue. He didn't expect Song Yuwei to be so tough and use the title of champion of the poetry competition to pressure him.

The gazes of the guests around him pierced him like needles, making him feel very uncomfortable.

The poetry reading is about to begin. If Song Yuwei really takes Li Chengfeng away, the Sima family will lose all face.

He suppressed his anger and said with a forced smile:

"Miss Song, you're joking. How could our Sima family not tolerate a mere champion of a poetry competition? But this young man's words were rude and offended the Sima family. He deserves an explanation, right?"

"What's your explanation? Master Sima was the first to provoke, and Master Li was merely fighting back."

Song Yuwei raised an eyebrow and continued with a half-smile, "Besides, Master Sima has mobilized so many troops, isn't it just to intimidate Master Li? Now that he's shown off enough, how about we just call it a day?"

Sima Jingshan gritted his teeth, secretly cursing this woman for her sharp tongue. He glared at Sima Xin fiercely and said in a deep voice, "Xin'er, why don't you apologize to Master Li!"

Hearing this, passers-by were shocked.

No one expected that Sima Jingshan would actually ask Sima Xin to apologize, and they all speculated how powerful Li Chengfeng's background was.

Sima Xin widened his eyes in disbelief, and a feeling of humiliation surged in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, has he ever suffered such injustice?

He glared at Li Chengfeng fiercely, thinking to himself: "Today's humiliation will be returned a hundredfold tomorrow!"

He walked up to Li Chengfeng and squeezed out a word through his teeth: "I'm sorry."

After saying this, he turned away, his back full of resentment.

……

The autumn wind is bleak and the leaves are falling.

The poetry reading officially began. A high platform was built in the center of the venue, on which were placed incense tables, offerings and fine wine.

Sima Xin suppressed his anger, walked up to the platform, picked up the drumstick, and struck the opening drum heavily.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drumbeats were dull and seemed particularly loud in the quiet autumn day.

Sima Xin's cold eyes swept across the crowd below the stage, finally landing on Li Chengfeng, his eyes full of provocation and resentment.

Li Chengfeng looked him in the eye calmly.

Sima Xin loudly announced: "The annual poetry gathering officially begins today!"

Song Yuwei gently pulled Li Chengfeng's sleeve and explained in a low voice:

"Today's poetry competition is themed around the Moon Festival. The first round will be poems dedicated to the Moon, the second will be flying flowers, and the third will be free writing. You are proficient in poetry and songs, so you will definitely take first place."

Li Chengfeng nodded slightly and looked towards the altar on the high platform.

On the central altar are placed sacrificial items such as incense, fine wine, and moon cakes.

A lot of people had already gathered in the audience, dressed in fancy clothes, chatting and laughing, and they were all the literati and scholars of Luodu.

The first round of competition will begin soon.

The talented men pondered and prepared to recite the poems they had thought of later.

Confucian scholars from all over the world gathered together, each of them was elegant and graceful. Li Chengfeng praised his Daqian Dynasty for its outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

A young man in brocade clothes recited the poem first: "I look at the cold palace so close, I can reach out and touch Chang'e's shirt. I celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with two steamed buns and paint mooncakes on the wall."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence at first, and then there were sounds of praise.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Such a conception is simply unheard of!"

"Once this poem is published, I'm afraid that the first place in this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival will go to you, young master!"

"What a prodigy! I've racked my brains for days, and only managed a few mediocre lines. Yours truly is a masterpiece, how am I supposed to continue?"

Li Chengfeng laughed in his heart, is this considered a good poem?

Next, several talented men came on stage to recite poems. Their levels varied, but most of them were eulogies and flattery, and the one they were flattering was the King of Pingxi.

Li Chengfeng felt drowsy after hearing this, but he also sighed that the King of Pingxi was indeed omnipotent in Luodu.