Chapter Nine: The Riverside Pavilion (3)

If not for Yang Qi and the Yang family pressing so ruthlessly, driving Kong Sheng into a corner with nowhere to turn, he would never have desired to draw attention at this semi-official gathering of literary minds. Yet, with his current predicament, stripped of the Yang family's protection, having offended too many and earned a notorious reputation, if he did not act swiftly to "strike back" and reverse the public’s opinion, his fate would be sealed. Rather than sit and await doom, it was better to rise and fight.

With such calculations in mind, Kong Sheng arrived. Not only did he come, but he resolved to wield the devastating weapon of a transmigrator and cause a sensation—he would not rest until he had delivered a resounding slap to the Yangs. In his view, only by making such a stand could he "defy destiny" and carve out a path from adversity.

Opportunity is never a pie falling from the sky; it is something created and seized tightly.

Moreover, the world was in chaos; the imperial examinations had become a mere formality. To achieve distinction and make a career, one must rely either on the powerful for recommendation or possess talent so remarkable it reached the ears of the Emperor.

Thus, even if Bai Yunzi had not uttered words of "retention," Kong Sheng would never have left. The drama had yet to begin—how could the protagonist be absent?

Kong Sheng slowly turned to Liu Nian. A sharp coldness flickered in his eyes, but he smiled calmly, hands folded in courtesy: "Young Master Liu possesses literary brilliance and unparalleled talent. Today, you are sure to dazzle the gathering. Having known you for many years, I shamelessly remain to bear witness to your moment."

His words were humble and elegant, yet only Liu Nian could sense the sharpness and anger behind his gaze. Suddenly reminded of Kong Sheng's formidable strength and fierce temper, Liu Nian's heart skipped, sweat beading on his brow—he dropped his head, afraid to mock further, lest Kong Sheng lose control. With the two so close, if Kong Sheng acted, rescue would come too late.

Yang Qi glanced back at Bai Yunzi, whose demeanor was serene as the wind and moon. He mused that this old Daoist, though famed as a recluse, knew everyone and was close to many powerful officials. Furthermore, Bai Yunzi possessed profound martial and mystical skills and had once saved him. Not to pay him respect would be unwise. Very well, let the fellow stay and broaden his horizons; should he stir trouble, Yang Qi would show no mercy.

With this in mind, Yang Qi forced a smile: "Since that is so, step aside and quietly observe the poetry gathering."

He signaled to his chief steward, Yang Kuan, who quickly arranged for two burly servants to stand behind Kong Sheng, ready to seize him at the slightest disturbance.

Yang Qi then laughed loudly: "As my daughter said, this poetry gathering offers three special prizes, prepared for the top three scholars. Each topic will be set by myself, the governor Liu, and Immortal Bai Yunzi. All participants may answer, and the best poem for each topic will be selected. Thus, the top three will be chosen. Third place will receive a red flower, three jars of fine wine, and five strings of coins. Second place will receive a red flower, five bolts of purple silk, and ten strings of coins. As for the champion—"

Yang Qi paused, surveying the attentive and excited young scholars, then smiled and waved: "The champion will be awarded a prized horse from the Western regions. If unmarried, he may become engaged to my daughter and receive a dowry. Moreover, I will submit his name to the court for official recommendation."

His words sparked immediate cheers and applause from the young literati. This was the main event—the chance to win, marry the famed daughter of the "King of Jiangnan," and be recommended for office. To gain love, fame, and fortune, no wonder everyone was so thrilled.

Watching these bookish youths so wildly excited, Kong Sheng sneered inwardly. Yang Qi, this old scoundrel, was truly hypocritical and cruel. If he genuinely remembered the old ties with the Kong family, he would not have threatened and humiliated them, nor chosen a son-in-law atop their wounds. By doing so, he not only further ruined Kong Sheng’s reputation, making him a laughingstock across Jiangnan, but also exposed him to more attacks—how ruthless.

"Despicable old villain, even if I risk my life today, I will not let you have your way!" Kong Sheng vowed silently, a cold curve appearing at his lips. He noticed Bai Yunzi’s clear gaze lingering on him, and startled, Kong Sheng quickly donned a spring-like smile, sweeping away all traces of his inner turmoil.

Bai Yunzi rose, bowing gracefully. "Lord Yang, esteemed guests, I happen upon this gathering today and wish to contribute something for amusement. Ah Tai, bring it forth."

The handsome Daoist boy, Ah Tai, reluctantly pulled out a red silk-wrapped item from his robe, pouting as he handed it to Yang Qi.

Yang Qi was surprised by its weight, nearly losing his grip. Unwrapping the silk, he revealed a copper flute about a foot and a half long, gleaming with precious light—a treasure, clearly. More curious, the end was sealed, forming a hilt like a sword.

Bai Yunzi smiled and took the flute from Yang Qi. With a wave, a short sword appeared—a slender blade, ancient and exquisite, etched with archaic script and patterns, its edge glinting with a cold light.

Ah Tai sighed and tossed a swallow-shaped dart into the air. Bai Yunzi’s sword flicked once, silently slicing the flying dart in two, which landed softly on the carpet.

A chorus of astonishment erupted—a sword so sharp it could cut iron like mud, surely a priceless rarity.

"The flute is called 'Jade Sky,' the sword 'Vanquisher.' I have spent my life collecting rare metals to forge this blade, sharp beyond compare, and it has accompanied me for decades." Bai Yunzi sheathed the flute-sword at his waist, his fingers gently caressing the blade. "Now, in my old age, I wish to gift it to the champion of the poetry gathering, forging a bond of fate."

He placed the flute-sword atop a tray held by a servant and returned to his seat.

Kong Sheng felt that Bai Yunzi’s clear, knowing gaze was always fixed on him, the hidden sharpness within making him uneasy, prickling his nerves.

Yang Qi thanked Bai Yunzi and then announced the topic: "An rebel’s uprising has plunged the Tang Empire into turmoil and suffering. Let this be the theme—whether expressing concern for the nation and people, or heroic aspirations, any form is allowed. Compose your poems accordingly."

He sat back down. As a figure wielding military and political power akin to a governor, choosing a topic of national crisis was fitting.

Dozens of young scholars fell into deep contemplation, each brewing their verses. The Tang dynasty was a nation of poetry—without the ability to compose, how could one call himself a literatus?

The hall grew silent. The officials present maintained an unusual hush; Bai Yunzi nodded and smiled, while Yang Qi exchanged a meaningful glance with his daughter, Yang Xue Ruo.

Yang Xue Ruo blushed slightly but nodded.

Yang Qi had long intended to choose a son-in-law through this poetry gathering; otherwise, he would not have agreed to let his daughter host such an event. To be a Yang family son-in-law, one must have good lineage, exceptional talent, and a pleasing appearance. In this age where clothing and bearing mattered, even the most gifted would be shunned if unattractive.

Among the scholars present, one met Yang Qi's criteria.

This was Zhou Chang, seventeen, of the Yi Xing Zhou clan. Though the Zhou clan was not quite among the "seven surnames and five clans" like the Cui of Qinghe, it was still a distinguished and ancient family in Jiangnan, with deep roots and widespread influence.

Zhou Chang studied in Jiangning, stood seven feet tall, with refined features and a reputation for talent.

Yang Qi had long observed him, considering him an ideal match—a union with the Zhou clan would strengthen his own family's power in Jiangnan, and Zhou Chang’s talent and looks promised great future achievements.

Thus, Yang Qi had already made up his mind, and his daughter seemed not opposed.

After some time, the scholars finished their poems, but none wished to be the first to stand out. Unexpectedly, Liu Nian was the first to step forward, proudly bowing: "Esteemed lords, I have composed a poem and humbly offer it as a token."

Yang Qi laughed: "Young Master Liu is reputed for his quick wit. I have heard much—recite, and let it be recorded."

Liu Nian affected a scholarly air, turned, and recited loudly:

"For a year, war has severed hearts, From afar, troubles beset Guan and Luo. Horses gallop in autumn wind with no direction, Generals sing to the autumn frost with no merit."

A surprised murmur arose—few expected the governor’s son to produce a credible poem. Though not outstanding, it was proper and fit the theme.

The officials, giving face to the governor, applauded. The governor was pleased but feigned humility and remained silent.

Yang Qi smiled: "Your poem is relevant and well-crafted; you may step aside for the judges to deliberate."

Kong Sheng glanced at Liu Nian in surprise—this wastrel had some talent after all?

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With Liu Nian breaking the ice, more scholars presented their verses, reciting, judging, applauding—creating a lively atmosphere.

Sensing the moment, Yang Qi looked toward the seated scholars.

Zhou Chang had been waiting for this—the moment to outshine them all and make his grand entrance!

Confident in his lineage and talent, he had never considered girls of ordinary families. Since coming to Jiangning and meeting Yang Xue Ruo, he was struck by her beauty; now, with the chance to win her hand, he was determined to seize it.

Encouraged by Yang Qi’s approving gaze, the elegant youth Zhou Chang recited:

"Before the army, waves meet for a thousand miles, Awaiting the dragon’s contention and the resolution of grievances. Autumn clouds mark the face of the commander, It is said, the monk bids you farewell."

Once finished, the hall erupted with praise and applause. The local officials serving as judges nodded, whispered among themselves, and reached consensus.

Zhou Chang, handsome as jade and lofty in talent, possessed innate advantages. Not only was Yang Qi satisfied, but Yang Xue Ruo’s eyes sparkled, her fondness for Zhou Chang deepened, and she secretly accepted him as her destined future spouse.