"Haha, splendid!"
"Seventh Young Prince, your poem is truly exquisite!"
Inside the spacious hall of the Seventh Prince's Residence, praise rang out one after another.
Du Chong raised his wine cup and looked toward Xiao Qingshu, who sat at the head of the table. "You have my admiration. My deepest admiration!"
"Indeed!"
A Green-Robed Disciple beside him promptly chimed in. "The Seventh Young Prince's poem deserves to be hung on the courtyard wall of the Imperial College, for scholars across the land to appreciate!"
"Absolutely. Your talent is truly exceptional, Brother!"
Xiao Qingxiu also raised his wine cup, his face wreathed in smiles.
"Hahaha!"
Listening to their praise, Xiao Qingshu threw back his head and laughed, feeling indescribably pleased.
The resentment he had suffered at the Chancellor's Residence that afternoon was swept clean away.
And judging by the time, they should have brought the man back by now, shouldn't they?
Only when Jiang Xiaobai knelt before him would he truly have vented today's anger!
Just as that thought crossed his mind, a man strode into the hall.
At the sight of him, Xiao Qingshu immediately waved a hand.
The music stopped, and the women in the center of the hall lowered their heads and withdrew.
"Young Prince!"
The man approached Xiao Qingshu and said respectfully, "We have caught him. Jiang Xiaobai is just outside!"
"Good, good! Excellent!"
Xiao Qingshu's smile deepened at the news, and he immediately ordered, "Go on, bring him in right now!"
"Yes!"
The man answered and turned to leave.
Xiao Qingshu personally poured himself a cup of wine, then looked up. "Come, let us drink another cup!"
With that, Xiao Qingshu drained his cup. "Hehe, joyful tidings truly do lift the spirits!"
Barely had he finished speaking when footsteps sounded outside.
Three men escorted a figure