Before Pei Shaoji could finish speaking, a crisp snap rang out.
Everyone looked on in shock! They saw Pei Shaoji being slapped away by Mu Zian.
In the candlelight, half of Mu Zi'an's face was hidden in darkness. His eyes were cold as he stared at Pei Shaoji lying on the ground.
Who do you think you are to comment on me?
In a daze, everyone seemed to feel the air around them drop a few degrees.
Looking at Mu Zian's cold, arrogant, and domineering demeanor, Ning Hongchen couldn't help but blush.
Her slender, fair legs couldn't help but rub together.
This sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.
Pei Jianzhi, who was standing to the side, came to his senses and looked at Mu Zian angrily.
"How dare you lay a hand on my Pei family!"
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Zian glanced at him sideways.
The cold gaze startled Pei Jianzhi so much that he froze on the spot.
The painful memories of those punches at the victory celebration banquet resurfaced before my eyes.
Pei Jianzhi suddenly felt his face start to hurt again.
Pei Shaoji has gone mad! He has never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!
Everyone looked at him with pity!
These gazes were like knives, piercing his inner dignity again and again!
Pei Shaoji's eyes were bloodshot, and the broken folding fan in his hand had pierced into the skin of his palm, causing blood to flow down his hand.
Seeing this, Pei Jianzhi couldn't help but swallow hard; he had never seen Pei Shaoji like this before.
Suddenly, Pei Shaoji smiled.
But there was a hint of madness in that smile!
Pei Shaoji slowly stood up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu Zian as he asked, word by word.
"Mu Zi'an, if you're a man, do you dare to challenge me to a poetry contest tonight?!"
"If I lose, I will retire from the literary world and never participate in the imperial examinations again!"
"If you lose, you'll kneel down and apologize to me!"
Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.
Gambling with one's future is beyond insane!
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have triggered a choice!"
"Option 1: Refuse the poetry contest. Reward: 100,000 taels of silver."
"Option 2: Agree to the poetry contest. Reward: 1 telescope"
"Ding! Please make a decision, host!"
A hint of disdain appeared on Mu Zi'an's lips as he looked at Pei Shaoji, who was now somewhat deranged.
"Future prospects? Dignity? It's too small a gamble."
Mu Zian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Pei Shaoji, who was on the verge of madness, and said.
"How about we..."
"Let's gamble with our lives."
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