He Loved His Esteemed Subject

Recalling the Heir of Prince Xiang's actions earlier, Chen Guanhai's heart suddenly turned icy. Everyone called him a heart demon, a name that spoke volumes about his deep scheming.

But when he examined the matter closely, the Heir of Prince Xiang before him was no less monstrous or demonic in his machinations.

This so-called contest had been under the Heir of Prince Xiang's control from beginning to end.

First, with the almost joking question, "How high is the sky?" he'd muddled his opponents' minds and thrown them off balance.

Then he'd tossed out two outdated, seemingly impossible couplets, igniting the crowd's anger. Next, he'd lured his opponents deeper before staging a tale of trapping turtles in a jar.

The entire performance had unfolded to the Heir of Prince Xiang's rhythm.

Hundreds of newly crowned champions from across Great Yue had been led by the nose, with the Heir of Prince Xiang drawing out one verse after another.

Though it was called a contest, a closer look revealed that no contest had taken place at all. Everyone had been caught in the Heir of Prince Xiang's trap.

And yet, every one of them accepted defeat wholeheartedly.

In terms of scheming alone, the Heir of Prince Xiang truly had every right to look down on these newly successful candidates.

As for those two impossible couplets, Chen Guanhai didn't believe the Heir of Prince Xiang had solved them all by himself. The Prince Xiang estate was renowned as a gathering place for Literary Aura, and the Three Friends of Letters had lived there in seclusion for years.

It was entirely possible they'd had a hand in solving the couplets.

Even so, the Heir of Prince Xiang's intelligence and talent were enough to make him shine in this age.

If such a man could