Let the Bullets Fly for a While

Center of the square.

The old man took out a poem and read it aloud.

"Now, I, an old man, will recite the work that has won first prize this time!"

As the voice rang out, countless talented men gazed at the old man, many hoping it was their own work.

In any world, everyone only remembers the first place.

Just like in the previous life, everyone only remembered Mount Everest, but didn't know what the world's second highest peak was.

The old man looked at the poem in his hand, and then slowly began to speak.

"The drizzle on the street is as soft as butter."

"The grass appears green from afar, but is barely visible up close."

"Springtime is the best time of the year."

"Surpassing Imperial Capital!"

The sound rang out, instantly plunging the room into deathly silence.

The crowd fell silent, and the bustling Lantern Festival instantly became eerily quiet.

On the Riverview Tower.

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng remained calm, picked up a glass of wine, and slowly drank it down.

He possesses an indescribable elegance and handsomeness.

"Hey! Master, your poem has been selected as the top prize!"

"Eldest Senior Brother, your poem came in first place, so why didn't they react at all?"

Qian Qiye and Liu Qingfeng both spoke up, somewhat surprised, not by Lu Changsheng's victory, but by the deathly silence of the crowd.

This shouldn't be happening.

Lu Changsheng glanced calmly at the center of the square and smiled slightly, "Let the bullets fly for a while."

Qian Qiye: "???"

Liu Qingfeng: "???"

They didn't understand what this meant.

But in an instant, a commotion arose.

"What a wonderful poem! What a wonderful poem! This is a timeless masterpiece!"

"A light rain on the street is as soft as butter, the grass looks green from afar but is barely visible up close. This is the best time of spring, far surpassing the misty willows that fill the Imperial Capital. Good, good, good, so good, so beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"What a wonderful line! It surpasses Imperial Capital! Excellent! Excellent! I am completely convinced that this poem deserves the top prize."

"Hey, what does this mean? I don't understand. I feel like it's not as good as my song, 'The rain is pattering, the trees are one by one,' which is easy to understand."

"Stop making a fool of yourself here."

"This poem is so beautiful. The fine spring rain on the streets of the capital is as smooth as butter. From a distance, the grass looks like a continuous expanse, but when you look closely, it appears sparse. The most beautiful time of the year is early spring, which surpasses the late spring when the city is full of green willows. How wonderful, how beautiful, it touches my heart."

"How beautiful! This poem is so beautiful."

"I didn't think it was beautiful at first, but now that you say so, I think it's beautiful too."

The crowd discussed it animatedly, causing a great uproar.

And on the Riverview Tower.

Lu Changsheng watched all of this calmly.

He admired the beautiful scenery of the capital, the ancient city and its buildings, and was immersed in its beauty.

This is the mortal world, a place that makes people linger and never want to leave.

It's a pity I don't have much literary talent; otherwise, I could have written a poem like Xin Qiji's, "The east wind releases a thousand trees of flowers at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of precious horses and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night."

It's a pity I don't have the literary talent; all I can do is remain silent and try to look cool.

As time goes by.

We've finished enjoying the scenery.

One hundred thousand catties of Spirit Stone were also sent over.

Liu Qingfeng was asked to keep the Spirit Stone, since Qian Qiye was there and it would affect his image if he kept them.

"Master, would you like to stroll through the night market again tonight?"

"Qian Qiye asked."

"No need! Go back and get some rest. Come back and play again tomorrow."

Lu Changsheng spoke up, saying he planned to go back and rest.

"Alright, my father has already prepared a residence for you, Master."

Qian Qiye said this.

But soon, suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded.

The voices were uniform and synchronized.

It instantly disrupted the hustle and bustle of the night market.

Everything suddenly became very quiet.

"Imperial Guards!"

Inside the private room, Qian Qiye frowned slightly as she looked at the group of Imperial Guards.

"What happened?"

Liu Qingfeng was somewhat curious.

"I don't know, but there are only four people who can mobilize the Imperial Guards in the capital: my father, my eldest brother, my second brother, and me. This sudden mobilization of the Imperial Guards obviously means something big has happened. I'll go find out some information. Master, please wait here for a moment."

Qian Qiye spoke, then got up and left.

For some inexplicable reason, Lu Changsheng sensed a bad omen.

"Eldest Senior Brother, I don't know why, but I suddenly have a bad feeling."

Liu Qingfeng, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up as well, feeling that something unlucky was about to happen.

"Probably not."

Lu Changsheng spoke, but seeing the large number of Imperial Guards appear, he couldn't help but feel slightly worried.

And at this very moment.

Qian Qiye arrived at the Riverview Tower.

She looked at the stern-faced Imperial Guards the troops and couldn't help but ask, "Who ordered you to come here?"

As the sound rang out, the Imperial Guards glanced at Qian Qiye.

He immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Greetings, Princess!"

"No need for formalities." Qian Qiye stood with his hands behind his back and then said, "Today is the Lantern Festival, the most important festival in our Great Qian Dynasty. You have dared to cause such a ruckus! How dare you!"

Qian Qiye spoke, a cold look appeared on his exquisite face.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness! I was only following orders! I hope Your Highness will understand!"

The Imperial Guards knelt on the ground and spoke tremblingly.

Perhaps in Lu Changsheng's eyes, Qian Qiye was like a troubled girl, but in the Great Qian Dynasty, who didn't know how terrifying Qian Qiye was?

This is someone who can overpower the Crown Prince. If Qian Qiye were a man, he would definitely be able to inherit the throne.

Moreover, Qian Qiye is extremely likely to become the first female emperor in history!

Of course, this is only a possibility; theoretically, it is impossible.

But it can showcase Qian Qiye's charm.

"Younger sister!"

Just then, a voice rang out.

Qian Qiye immediately turned his gaze in that direction.

He was a valiant man, clad in Golden Battle Armor, appearing extremely heroic. He was a full two meters tall and exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

"Brother! Was it you who dispatched the Imperial Guards?"

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Qian Qiye frowned.

"Yes!" This is the current Crown Prince, Qian Yiyuan, a renowned and incomparably noble figure.

"Don't you know today is the Lantern Festival?"

Qian Qiye asked this question.

"I know." Qian Yiyuan's face was full of anger.

"You know you're still deploying the Imperial Guards? Aren't you afraid Father will cause you trouble tomorrow?"

Qian Qiye was somewhat angry.

"Go ahead and look, little sister. You have no idea what happened today when I sent a lantern down the Lantern River."

Qian Yiyuan said angrily.

What happened?

Qian Qiye was a little curious. His older brother, who was usually mild-mannered, was so angry that something must have happened.

"See for yourself!"

Qian Yiyuan handed the note to Qian Qiye.

The latter took the note, and soon a line of text caught his eye.

[Who are you?]

Your father— Liu Qingfeng

In an instant, Qian Qiye's expression changed.

"How dare you!"

She blurted out instinctively, "The Crown Prince's father is the Great Qian Emperor. Such remarks are simply outrageous!"

But soon, Qian Qiye was taken aback when he saw the signature.

Liu Qingfeng? Holmium

It's already Lunar New Year's Eve, and I hope the readers who are urging for an update can be a little more assertive! Why are you being so hesitant about asking for an update? Are you even manly? A man should be tough! Get your act together! Be tough today, be tough next year! Go for it!