Jiang Ming looked at Dong Shan and saw that he was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in brocade and silk, and was quite handsome, but only slightly above average!

This guy also has a talent for writing poetry? And he's quite admired by Jin Feng?

Jiang Ming found it hard to believe... How could such a morally corrupt playboy write poetry?

How low must the level of poetry and prose appreciation be in the Yan Kingdom!

Although Jiang Ming didn't have time to read Jin Feng's poem, his strong sixth sense told him that this so-called Dong Shan was a complete idiot. He could write poetry? He could only write "Ji Bo"!

"Your Excellency, Lord Zhao... I have an idea!"

Jiang Ming came up with a plan to play a trick on Dong Shan.

"Oh? Mr. Jiang, please go ahead!"

"Your Excellency the Prefect, Lord Zhao..."

Jiang Ming said, "Judging from his appearance, he's coming towards our private room... If this fellow comes in later, don't reveal my identity. Just say... I'm a 'gentleman' invited by Lord Zhao."

He paused when he said "sir," and his voice was very heavy. Ji Bochang and Zhao Yong both understood what he meant and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Oh? What does Mr. Jiang mean?"

"Before I send him up the mountain, I'll tease him a bit..." Jiang Ming said with a smile.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Ji Bochang slapped his thigh and laughed, "Interesting! Very interesting! Mr. Jiang, you always manage to bring me some surprises! I was just looking for something fun to do!"

Zhao Yong stroked his beard, smiling but saying nothing!

At this moment, Dong Shan gently knocked on the door and said humbly, "Your Excellency, I have something to report..."

"Come in!" Ji Bochang replied lazily.