Empress, please have some self-respect. I am not your husband.

Lu Feng's words drew everyone's attention to Song Qingyu.

Then he saw the greatest talent in the world sitting in his seat with a pale face, with half a poem that he had not yet finished writing on his desk.

Many officials of the Qian Kingdom were curious at this moment, wondering what kind of poem Song Qingyu would write next.

Especially Zhang Tianyuan, the Minister of Personnel, felt that Lu Feng's "Partridge Sky" was already a poem worthy of being passed down through the ages, and that there could not possibly be a better "Partridge Sky" than this one.

But Song Qingyu is the greatest talent in the world! Who knows if his strength might far exceed his imagination!

Ye Bingyun and Qin Xinyi also looked at Song Qingyu nervously.

Only Yu Ningyan sighed softly to herself, looking at Lu Feng with a complicated expression. Others might not know, but she knew perfectly well what was going on in her heart.

Song Qingyu couldn't write anymore.

Since recruiting Song Qingyu, he has written many poems and lyrics for her, the most beautiful woman in Western Chu.

Every single one of those poems was a masterpiece, making Yu Ningyan deeply feel that the title of the world's number one talent was well-deserved!

But after reading Lu Feng's poem "Partridge Sky" today, Yu Ningyan realized that she had been too ignorant before.

All of Song Qingyu's previous poems and lyrics combined cannot compare to this "Partridge Sky".

Song Qingyu is destined to lose this first round!

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Qingyu stood up unsteadily, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Staring intently at Lu Feng, he gritted his teeth and said, "I concede this round!"

Won?

They actually won!

Her Majesty the Empress could hardly believe it, while Qin Xinyi was filled with surprise and joy.

Lu Feng actually won against Song Qingyu!

The ministers of Qian Kingdom were also surprised that Song Qingyu, the number one talent in the world, had conceded defeat before even writing his own poem!

He was actually defeated by Lu Feng in an instant!

Only after seeing the Emperor's gaze did Zhang Tianyuan belatedly realize what was happening and acted as a temporary referee: "In the first round of the literary duel, Lu Feng of the Great Qian Dynasty wins!"

"it is good!"

I don't know who shouted "Bravo!" first, but the entire Wenhe Hall suddenly became lively.

The officials and students of Qian Kingdom praised Lu Feng's poem "Partridge Sky". Yu Ningyan then spoke up: "I never expected that Young Master Lu would have such talent. I, from Western Chu, am completely convinced of my defeat in this first round."

Her tone was calm, as if she didn't care about the outcome of the first round. She then said, "We will have the second round in a quarter of an hour. Does your country have any objections?"

Her Majesty the Empress said, "Then let it be as the Princess says, both sides shall rest for a quarter of an hour. Play music!"

The prepared dancers and musicians appeared and began to play music and dance, which seemed to match even more well with Yan Jidao's colorful sleeves and attentive offering of the jade cup.

Song Qingyu silently returned to Yu Ningyan's back, his fists clenched tightly. This was the first time he had lost since he became famous!

And they lost without any chance to fight back!

This was an immense humiliation for him, who had only recently become the greatest scholar in the world!

Even if he wins the next two games, he can imagine that in the future people will talk about how he, the greatest talent in the world, was once defeated by an unknown nobody!

That's what it's like to be at the top; if you lose even once, you'll be nailed to the pillar of shame.

The world will not remember that you won a thousand or ten thousand times!

So I must win the next two games, and I must win them beautifully, or even better!

A glint of madness flashed in Song Qingyu's eyes as she thought of this.

Yu Ningyan then spoke softly: "Forget about this loss and prepare well for the next one."

"Your Highness of the Azure Jade Society."

Song Qingyu responded, but he didn't listen to Yu Ningyan's words at all. His mindset had changed without him realizing it.

He wants to reclaim the dignity he just lost in another way!

Half an hour passed quickly.

The musicians and dancers slowly withdrew, and all eyes once again focused on Lu Feng and Song Qingyu.

Although their previous music and dance moves were beautiful, now everyone wants to see them continue their intellectual battle.

Let's see if Song Qingyu, hailed as the greatest talent in the world, will make a comeback from the brink of defeat, or if Lu Feng will have the last laugh!

As for others, they were not even considered.

The two returned to their original positions.

Song Qingyu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then stood up: "In the second round, I'll compete in couplets!"

A cacophony of sounds suddenly arose from the surrounding area.

"Couplets?"

"Yes, the outcome is most obvious in couplets."

"I've heard that when Song Qingyu was still from Nan Jing, he was famous throughout the country for his couplets, and he has never lost a couplet contest!"

"I've also heard that Song Qingyu is skilled in poetry and prose, but his true strength lies in couplets!"

"Lu Feng has cornered him on the edge of a cliff; he's about to unleash his true power!"

"Lu Feng is probably in grave danger this time."

Ignoring the whispers of those around him, Lu Feng said nonchalantly, "You want to compose couplets? Sure."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Song Qingyu smiled sinisterly: "You're very arrogant."

“It’s confidence,” Lu Feng said.

Song Qingyu: "Alright, how about we make a bet?"

This guy actually wants to raise the stakes!

Everyone was shocked, even Yu Ningyan looked surprised and didn't understand why Song Qingyu would do this.

Lu Feng became interested: "Interesting. How do you want to play?"

"Whoever loses this round will commit suicide in public! Do you dare!" Song Qingyu's face was contorted with rage.

Yes, that's the way he came up with to regain his dignity.

Kill Lu Feng in this second round!

As long as Lu Feng dies, the remaining people will definitely not dare to compete with him in the third round. In that case, Xi Chu will win. Forcing Lu Feng to his death will also wash away his shame. It's a win-win situation!

Upon hearing Song Qingyu's words, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Yu Ningyan's pretty face turned bruised and purple: "Song Qingyu, are you crazy?!"

"Your Highness, I'm not insane! Lu Feng publicly humiliated you ten days ago, and today I will take his life as retribution!"

"Only in this way can we prevent our Western Chu from bringing shame upon Your Highness!"

Despite having selfish motives, Song Qingyu spoke with such righteous indignation. Lu Feng felt that Song Qingyu could go to the Number One City in the World again and be certified as the Number One Gentleman in the World.

"Lu Feng, what's wrong? Are you scared? If you're scared, then just admit defeat!" Seeing that Lu Feng didn't respond, Song Qingyu once again resorted to his low-level provocation.

With a chuckle, Lu Feng raised an eyebrow: "Song Qingyu, are you sure you want to gamble your life with me?"

"That's right! Unless you're too afraid!"

Song Qingyu provoked, he was absolutely confident in his pair and would never lose to Lu Feng!

We must make sure Lu Feng dies in this second round!

"Since you're courting death, then don't blame me," Lu Feng sneered.

Although I'll inevitably be blamed afterward, since you, Song Qingyu, have come to me, I won't be polite.

A person like you, living like this, will only tarnish the reputation of the number one city in the world!