After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

"Sir, there's no need for further words. My young master dislikes bullying people, and he can't very well summon a military general to fight you. Why don't you spar with me instead?" Consort Ge offered an excuse.

Ji Wendao said angrily, "You ungrateful girl, I was just afraid of hurting you."

"Ha ha……"

Ge Fei raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Please be careful, sir, I will take action now."

After saying that, Ge Fei suddenly launched an attack. Her seemingly weak sword moves were actually deadly. Her sword swings were raised in an instant, and Ji Wendao could not dodge them. In the end, a corner of his robe was cut open, which caused the whole audience to gasp.

Ge Fei deliberately feigned a flustered expression, "Excuse me, sir, are you alright?"

"you!"

Ji Wendao was so angry he almost exploded.

He had previously struck repeatedly with his sword, but couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes. Now, however, the opponent had easily torn his scholar's robes, leaving him utterly humiliated.

Chen Futu seized the opportunity to mock, "What, is this all the dignified Gentleman Sword is? You can't even beat a helpless maid like me? You're not a fraud, are you? No way, no way?"

Chen Futu was good at being sarcastic and his words made Ji Wendao's eyelids twitch.

"Shut up! I don't believe you!"

Ji Wendao made another move, and what happened next was too gruesome to watch.

He couldn't attack Ge Fei, but Ge Fei was able to cut through his clothes with every sword strike. After several moves, Ji Wendao's scholar's robes were cut into strips, exposing his skin.

Chen Futu laughed loudly, "Fei'er, well done! I'll reward you with a poem."

"Sir, please tell me."

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon."

"Thank you, Your Highness. This servant will continue to work hard."

The master and servant sang in harmony, causing the entire audience to burst into laughter.

Ji Wendao was so ashamed he wanted to disappear, but unfortunately Ge Fei wouldn't let him go and continued to brandish her longsword.

With a series of swishing sounds, Ji Wendao's clothes flew around like tattered rags.

Students from northern Xinjiang burst into laughter, filling the scene with a joyful atmosphere.

Ji Wendao was caught in a dilemma. He couldn't admit defeat, so he had to grit his teeth and continue fighting. But this made his situation even more awkward. In the end, Ge Fei quickly drew her sword and cut off all his clothes, leaving him only with a white undershirt.

"You've gone too far!"

Ji Wendao, filled with shame and rage at his naked upper body, angrily swung his sword at Ge Fei. Ge Fei dodged instantly and kicked him in the buttocks, sending Ji Wendao flying and lying motionless on the ground.

He was faking fainting; he had no choice but to do it, otherwise how could he face the painful lesson?

"Old sir!"

"The old man has fainted! Quickly, take him into the yard!"

The scholars, no longer caring about making things difficult for Chen Futu, carried the unconscious Ji Wendao into the garden in a large, mournful procession.

Chen Futu and Ge Fei exchanged glances and took advantage of the chaos to make their escape.

After this battle, the intellectuals should have quieted down for a couple of days, but Ji Wendao's reputation was ruined.

As Chen Futu and Consort Ge returned to their vicinity, they heard clapping. Turning around, they saw Yan Qing approaching, her beautiful face mocking, "I didn't expect the young master to bully the weak."

“Madam Yan, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Chen Futu was confused despite knowing the truth, and besides, who saw him bullying the old man?

Yan Qing said with a hint of disdain, "No matter how powerful Ji Wendao is, how could he be a match for the Crown Prince's personal guards? What are you doing but bullying the weak?"

"That old bastard condoned the scholars' provocations against the Northern Frontier Academy and even tried to instigate my students to rebel. He is utterly absurd. Today, I will teach him a lesson and publish it in the newspaper later to see if they dare to act recklessly again."

Chen Futu's behavior at this moment was somewhat childish. Yan Qing shook her head, suppressing a laugh, but she quite liked this kind of prince.

Young and vigorous men truly embody the spirit of manhood.

Next, Chen Futu and Ge Fei changed back into their clothes and removed their disguise. Apart from Yan Qing, no one knew that he was the one who did it. Let's just assume that he was Qin Liangyu's younger brother, since no one had ever seen him before.

"Your Highness, these scholars will not let this go easily. If a fight really breaks out, I would like to witness it firsthand. Is that alright?"

Yan Qing made a small request.

Chen Futu sneered: "Madam wants to help me scold them?"

“Your Highness is mistaken. I am now a part of the Northern Frontier and it is my duty to do my part for it.”

"In that case, come then, and see how I, the young master, will deal with these pedantic scholars."

Chen Futu has now met these Confucian scholars. In short, he needs to practice cooking more.

Chen Futu then sent Consort Ge to the royal court to tell Liu Bowen about this matter, and to have the old fox personally write an article, just like he did with Zhang Shouren, to publish it in the newspaper and thoroughly criticize these pedantic scholars.

Consort Ge accepted the order and left, leaving only Chen Futu and Yan Qing in the huge mansion.

Yan Qing blushed when she met Chen Futu's burning gaze, then took out the tea she carried with her and personally brewed it for Chen Futu to taste.

She added a lot of ingredients to the teapot, which made Chen Futu's eyes widen in amazement.

The fragrance dissipated after a while, which was quite nice.

After tasting it, Chen Futu praised it in a strange way: "Although I don't know much about tea, the taste is not bad. It's just a pity that the processing is a bit lacking."

"The young master knows how to make tea?"

Yan Qing looked suspicious.

The tea-making techniques of the feudal era are somewhat different from those of modern times. During this period, tea was mainly boiled, and many things were added, such as osmanthus and spices, to remove the bitterness from the tea.

Chen Futu refrained from complaining earlier because he didn't want to displease Yan Qing. In truth, if he really wanted to taste it, he would have thought this Eight Treasure Tea was Eight Treasure Porridge, and he would have been full just from eating the condiments.

Since she had some time, Chen Futu simply asked her to arrange for someone to bring some tea and tools so she could demonstrate what tea frying is all about.

This process took a considerable amount of time, and Yan Qing's worldview was once again overturned.

So all her years as a tea merchant had been for nothing. Sipping the tea leaves roasted by Chen Futu, she fell into deep self-doubt.

Chen Futu jokingly asked, "How does it taste?"

"Your Highness is very talented; I have learned a great deal from you."

Yan Qing lowered her head, looking dejected.

Her belief stemmed from her business, and Chen Futu's move, to put it more bluntly, rendered her prized assets worthless.

She lived in vain.

"Madam Yan, there's no need to be upset. This tea-making technique is yours for the taking. From now on, it will be unique in the world. You must do your best to increase the income for this young master."

Chen Futu offered a few words of reassurance.

Yan Qing's eyes flickered upon hearing this, "What does the young master mean..."

"Starting today, I will cooperate with you. From now on, you will be the number one tea merchant in Northern Xinjiang. I will have the Ministry of Commerce cooperate with you to send your tea to various places. Your business will get better and better. However, as a merchant I support, you must pay taxes."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Yan Qing was overjoyed and found Chen Futu more and more pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, Chen Futu stretched out his large hand, his handsome face full of mischief.

Yan Qing paused slightly, biting her lip as she offered her snow-white, delicate hand, muttering, "Young Master, it's not dark yet..."