Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Blind Prince

“Your Highness, spare us this time.”

“Tonight, we were acting on the orders of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to host a banquet for the Poetry Master. We heard that the Poetry Master is enamored with Miss Yu Zhi, so we wanted to invite Miss Yu Zhi to accompany him.”

Regret filled their chests.

Feng Huai wished he had a regret pill in front of him.

“Hmph—”

“For my elder brother's sake, I'll let you off this once.”

“However, as students of the Imperial College, with the spring examination approaching, instead of reviewing your studies, you indulge in romance. How will you serve the court in the future?”

“Your Highness is right!”

The four of them repeatedly admitted their mistakes, lowering their heads as if trying to bury them in the ground.

They only hoped that their submissive attitude would appease Zhou Haochen.

“Miss Yu Zhi, prepare the writing materials.”

Xia Yu Zhi: ? ? ?

Liu Zhiwei: ? ? ?

Feng Huai: ? ? ?

Everyone: ? ? ?

What is His Thirteenth Highness going to do?

Full of doubt, Xia Yu Zhi still followed Zhou Haochen's instructions and prepared the writing materials.

“Young Master Feng, I present this poem to you.”

“I hope you will study diligently and pass the examination early to serve the court.”

After leaving the exhortation poem, Zhou Haochen said to Yue Chongshan.

“Fall in!”

With a whoosh, Zhou Haochen led his team away from the painted boat.

Only after Zhou Haochen left did the heavy stone in the hearts of the four of them finally fall to the ground.

Large beads of cold sweat unknowingly flowed down their foreheads, hanging on their necks.

They had finally passed the Thirteenth Prince's test.

But… this poem…

Feng Huai looked at the exhortation poem written by Zhou Haochen, a blank expression on his face.

He was unsuccessful in martial arts, and it was said that he had abandoned martial arts for literature, but he knew exactly how much ink he had in his stomach.

He understood the meaning of this poem, but the quality of the poem…

He knew nothing about it!

“Miss Yu Zhi, what do you think of His Highness's poem?” Feng Huai looked at Xia Yu Zhi.

Xia Yu Zhi nodded slightly and said softly, “I am not proficient in poetry. However, His Thirteenth Highness's exhortation poem, although the words are simple, is easy to recite, and I think it is… excellent.”

Xia Yu Zhi looked at the exhortation poem. There were no rare words in the whole poem, and the language was very simple.

It looked like a doggerel, but it had a different charm when read.

Xia Yu Zhi was not sure about the specific level of this poem.

At this moment, a young master dressed in white, with a jade-like appearance and holding a folding fan, walked in and was surprised to see the four of them kneeling on the ground.

“Young Master Feng, what are you doing?”

Feng Huai looked up and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

The person speaking was the Poetry Master he was supposed to be hosting tonight.

For the Poetry Master to see his embarrassing scene…

Feng Huai was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

“Poetry Master, I…”

Before Feng Huai could finish speaking, the Poetry Master saw the verses on the rice paper, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his gaze flickered.

It was as if he had seen a treasure.

He quickly picked up the rice paper and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the brighter the look in his eyes became, as if it could illuminate the dark night.

In the end, the Poetry Master's face showed an intoxicated and even frenzied expression.

Feng Huai's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

“Poetry Master, is this poem good?”

“Good?”

“How can the word 'good' be worthy of describing this poem?”

“The words are simple, the rhyme is profound, and it is deeply rooted in the heart, reminding me of the scenes of studying when I was young!”

“How can a single word 'good' describe this poem!”

“This is a poem for posterity!”

“In the thousand years since the founding of Great Yu, this poem can rank in the top thirty… no, it can rank in the top fifteen…”

The Poetry Master held the rice paper with the exhortation poem as if he were holding a treasure.

The Poetry Master's poetic talent was unparalleled. Since he said it was a poem for posterity, there was no doubt about it.

Young Master Feng's cronies turned pale and whispered in his ear, their voices trembling.

“Young Master, I heard that a good article can make a person famous for generations, but it can also make a person infamous for ten thousand years.”

“Are we…”

Before he could finish speaking, Young Master Feng came back to his senses and his eyes went dark.

With this exhortation poem.

Wouldn't he become a negative example of infamy for ten thousand years?

The Poetry Master was immersed in the charm of the exhortation poem and did not notice Feng Huai's change. He was immersed in it for a dozen breaths before he came back to his senses.

He looked at Feng Huai with a fanatical expression and said excitedly.

“Young Master Feng, why didn't you say earlier that you had such poetic talent?”

“If I had known earlier that you were a great talent in poetry, I would have wanted to travel with you arm in arm and sleep with my feet touching.”

The Poetry Master's enthusiasm made Feng Huai couldn't help but feel goosebumps.

Was this enthusiastic strength still the aloof Poetry Master of the past?

Under the Poetry Master's scorching gaze, Feng Huai smiled bitterly and said with a stiff head.

“Poetry Master, I did not write this poem.”

“Who wrote it?”

“This poem came from the hands of the Thirteenth Prince!”

Xia Yu Zhi walked over with a smile and said first.

There was a special charm in her gaze as she looked at the exhortation poem.

“Thirteenth Prince!”

“Where is the Thirteenth Prince?”

“I'm going to visit the Thirteenth Prince.”

“The Thirteenth Prince is busy investigating the case of the White Lotus Sect and has already left.”

“Left?”

A look of regret and pity appeared on the Poetry Master's face.

“I only regret that I have no fate with the Thirteenth Prince today.”

“I wish I could have a candlelit night talk with His Highness and sleep with my feet touching.”

… …

Outside the painted boat.

Lu Limin joined Zhou Haochen's main force.

“Your Highness is resourceful, decisive from a thousand miles away, and strategizing within the tent. The mere demoness of the White Lotus Sect has been calculated to death by Your Highness.”

Lu Limin's flattery made Zhou Haochen feel a little elated.

It must be said that sometimes, an honest person's flattery has a better effect.

“Lord Lu, where were you just now?”

“Reporting to Your Highness, after Lord Yue captured the demoness of the White Lotus Sect, I went to the Ministry of Justice to invite Senior Criminal Official Wang.”

“Lord Wang is proficient in all kinds of torture. Even a man of iron cannot withstand Lord Wang's torture.”

“Within three days, we will definitely be able to pry open Jian Qiu's mouth.”

Lu Limin reported to Zhou Haochen.

The merit of capturing the demoness of the White Lotus Sect was taken by the Town Demon Division first, so the Ministry of Justice had to share the merit of interrogation.

Zhou Haochen nodded and said, “Lord Lu, you have done well. Lord Yue, please also invite the senior criminal officials of the Town Demon Division to cooperate with the Ministry of Justice in the interrogation.”

Zhou Haochen's idea was very simple.

Let the Ministry of Justice and the Town Demon Division compete with each other, and they will definitely use all their strength to torture Jian Qiu.

Back in the Prince's Mansion, Helian Hai said in a solemn tone.

“Your Highness, you must be careful of the Xuan Yin Pavilion's Mortal World Tempering.”

“What, is there a problem with the Xuan Yin Pavilion's Mortal World Tempering?”

“Of course there is a problem, and the problem is not ordinary.”

“The successive holy maidens of the Xuan Yin Pavilion must undergo Mortal World Tempering, but… their Mortal World Tempering requires them to first enter the mortal world, become deeply involved in love, then sever the ties of love, and then leave the mortal world.”

“Each generation of Xuan Yin Pavilion's holy maiden will choose a favored son of heaven as their partner and fall in love.”

“These holy maidens are beautiful, graceful, and noble in status. They are truly the favored daughters of heaven. The man who is chosen will become addicted to love and will be unable to extricate himself.”

“When the Xuan Yin Pavilion's holy maiden sees through the mortal world and severs the ties of love.”

“The man will be miserable. If he is lucky, his state of mind will be broken and he will be cut off from the path of cultivation.”

After hearing Helian Hai's words, the corners of Zhou Haochen's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked.

“That's considered lucky?”

“That's right! That's already a good ending.”

“Those with bad endings…” Helian Hai paused and shook his head, “Submit to the pomegranate skirt of the Xuan Yin Pavilion's holy maiden and willingly become slaves.”

“In the words of the Great Ancestor, this is called licking… licking what… oh… I remember…”

“Simp!”

“In the words of the Great Ancestor, those men have become simps for the Xuan Yin Pavilion's holy maiden.”

“Your Highness, you must be careful.”

“Xia Yu Zhi, maybe she has chosen you.”