Long Jingxiu laughed so hard that tears welled in her phoenix eyes. "The Feng Jiu I knew might have been hopelessly unromantic, but at least he was somewhat forthright. Hearing you say such things today truly makes me feel that the time we spent together was laughable. Ha ha, laughable..."
Feng Jiu's face turned ashen. He could not tell what he was feeling.
He knew that although he had barely managed to save face, he would never again be able to face Long Jingxiu alone.
"Laughable. Truly laughable..."
Lord Jiuhuang said, "If Lord Long finds the atmosphere here too quiet, she could simply say so. Why make up such a joke? Young Master Feng Jiu doesn't know Autumn River Snowy Night—a joke like that isn't funny at all, and it's beneath Lord Long's station. Most importantly, if there are any shallow-minded people here, they might believe it, and then Young Master Feng Jiu's reputation would inevitably suffer."
With that, Lord Jiuhuang clasped his hands toward the crowd and said loudly, "What you all don't know is that on the night of the third autumn, our Seven Star Demon Mansion held a banquet. I personally heard Young Master Feng Jiu compose a poem. I expect none of you have heard it, so I'll recite it now, and let you all appreciate Young Master Feng Jiu's literary grace..."
"Bravo!"
Tu Min clapped vigorously and cheered, "What a splendid line: 'His voice carries far from on high, not because he borrows the autumn wind.' This poem is a rare masterpiece in recent years. Even at the annual classics gathering in our East Sea Demon Domain, it would surely make a stunning debut."
Tu Min spoke with heartfelt fervor, but could not quite hide the flicker in his eyes.
As the master of a