"Bravo! Bravo!"
"As expected of Brother Qi!"
"We ought to have such spirit ourselves!"
"Mere people of servile status-we of the noble registry naturally have nothing to fear."
At Qi Ye's words, everyone around him cheered their approval.
Admiration showed in Li Feiyu's eyes as well, but a moment later, many other things crept into his gaze.
"Speaking of which, Li Feiyu, didn't you join the army to suppress the rebellion? How did you find time to come back?" asked a man beside him dressed as a Daoist.
"Brother Qi's contest is only a dozen days away. Naturally, I had to return," Li Feiyu said. "The rebellion is no great concern. Minister Qi is merely using it to train his troops; otherwise, he could crush it with a turn of his hand."
Understanding dawned on everyone, and they asked no further questions.
Still, someone sighed. "It's just a pity Brother Qiu was murdered by that lowborn wretch. Otherwise, we could congratulate him on the manifestation of his new poem."
And so, everyone once again began assailing Lin Ke with words.
Qi Ye remained impassive and said nothing.
The bustling crowd escorted Qi Ye to his own residence, then dispersed.
Li Feiyu alone did not return to Chaoyang Street. Instead, he went somewhere that looked even more like a slum than Chaoyang Street.
He found a woman with only one arm and one leg, tossed down a piece of gold, and said, "Break Lin Ke's legs and cut out his tongue. I'll give you another fifty taels."
Li Feiyu's expression was indifferent, his eyes bristling with murderous intent.
Chaoyang Street's fame had already made it a must-visit street for anyone coming to Capital City.
Though only a li long, Chaoyang Street saw tens of thousands, even over a hundred thousand