In Su Mengyao's view, Gu Jian's poem was about their past and their previous life.

At that time.

He knew perfectly well that she no longer loved him.

But he persisted, treating her well as always.

Perhaps he still held onto a hope that she would change her mind.

But what he received was disappointment after disappointment.

He clung to a hopeless hope until he died, until his heart grew cold.

He was executed that day.

She was there.

But she didn't stand up for him and say a word.

She was also chatting and laughing with other men in a pavilion not far away.

At this point, I was completely heartbroken.

Tears of heartache streamed down Su Mengyao's face, soaking her clothes.

Su Mengyao was in great pain.

If time could turn back, she would want to go back to her past life.

She would never make him wait again, never cause him pain or disappointment again.

She will fulfill all his hopes and expectations.

In that way, they will surely be able to live happily together.

But there are no "ifs".

In this lifetime, even becoming his servant was a luxury she could only dream of.

On the other side.

Inside the Immortal Phoenix Tower.

Luo Jingwei has finished reading and appreciating this poem.

As a literary master, his analysis was very insightful, which resonated deeply with those present.

In his explanation of "the journey to Pengshan is not far," he reiterated that the protagonists in the poem could never meet.

And even so, the female protagonist still clings to a hopeless hope.

Those present burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably!

Luo Jingwei himself was also somewhat melancholy. He wiped away his cloudy tears and said again, "This poem is wonderful and will be remembered for generations!"

"Though I may be a little presumptuous, this poem is far superior to the Third Prince's 'Remembering the Rain'!"

What?

Those present were astonished.

Although they also thought this poem was better than the one written by the Third Prince, Long Jingtian.

However, it was quite bold of him to say it directly.

Long Jingtian's expression also turned cold.

He looked at Luo Jingwei and said, "Are you sure this poem is better than mine?"

Hearing Long Jingtian's cold words and feeling the powerful aura emanating from him, Luo Jingwei's expression changed slightly.

He felt threatened, but he still insisted, saying, "Third Prince, I apologize. Although your subordinates have repeatedly 'suggested' that I speak on your behalf."

"But I really can't say it against my conscience, this poem, 'Untitled,' is indeed better than the Third Prince's."

Long Jingtian's face instantly darkened.

The scholars and intellectuals behind him all showed expressions of anger.

What does this old man mean?

Is this a betrayal?

The talented men present were all astonished, and many question marks appeared on their minds.

However, they were all talented men and not stupid, and they quickly understood what was going on.

Was Long Jingtian trying to bribe and threaten the poet?

Beneath her veil, Queen Lin Shiyu's stunningly beautiful face turned slightly cold as she said in a chilling voice, "Third Prince, what do you mean by this?"

"Shiyu convened this poetry gathering with the intention of making friends through poetry. Is the Third Prince such a sore loser that he's resorting to favoritism and cheating even to participate in a poetry gathering?"

That was a very impolite remark.

The anger in the heart of the Third Prince, Long Jingtian, suddenly flared up.

Lin Shiyu is incredibly audacious, rebuking him, a prince from the Ancient Kingdom of Demon Dragons, in front of so many people!

However, they were ultimately in the wrong.

There were many people watching all of this outside. The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, knew that he could not lose his composure. If he did, he would disgrace the royal family of the Ancient Demon Dragon Kingdom.

He forcibly suppressed his anger, feigning indifference with a smile, and said, "Shiyu, you've misunderstood. It's just a poetry gathering; how could this prince do such a thing?"

"It must have been done by one of my subordinates behind my back. It is my fault for failing to discipline them properly."

"Rest assured, Shiyu, I have always pursued fairness and justice. Now I will give Queen Shiyu an explanation."

After saying that, he gave the three servants behind him a cold look and said, "Who did this? Step forward!"

The three of them immediately looked grim.

All three of them did it.

Fan Chengren's eyes lit up, and he felt that his time to shine had come.

In his eyes, they were subordinates and lackeys.

Taking the blame is an important skill.

This wasn't a false accusation, but rather a sign of the prince's trust.

And the future prospects, and wealth and glory!

At that moment, Fan Chengren stepped forward without hesitation and said, "Your Highness, it was I who did it."

"I was momentarily confused, but I was only giving him a small suggestion. In general, it was my fault, and I beg Your Highness to punish me."

Long Jingtian said coldly, "You're honest enough. In that case, take him away and behead him."

"Okay, what?"

Fan Chengren nodded subconsciously, but then he was dumbfounded and asked, "What are you talking about, Your Highness?"

He thought he would only have to punish himself with three drinks at most, and he was "warned" not to do the same thing again.

But Long Jingtian wants to chop him up?

Long Jingtian sneered and said, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

After glancing at the two people behind him, Long Jingtian said, "Take him away!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Compared to Fan Chengren, Long Jingtian's other two subordinates were also quite capable.

They rushed forward together and captured Fan Chengren!

Sensing the murderous intent emanating from the two men, Fan Chengren realized that they were serious.

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