When Zhao Tianhao withdrew his penis, Liu Qiyi was still dazed, limp on the bed, her genitals a mess of ravaged flesh, her pubic hair tangled with vaginal fluid, her vaginal opening stretched into a round hole from the prolonged intercourse, fresh semen constantly flowing from it, dripping onto her anus and then onto the sheets.
Zhao Tianhao then brought his large penis to Liu Qiyi's mouth.
She obediently opened her mouth and began to clean him, carefully and meticulously cleaning him before kissing the head of his penis. Zhao Tianhao was satisfied with Liu Qiyi's service and patted her head.
After Liu Qiyi had rested and dressed, Zhao Tianhao took her and Teng Zijing's son back to the Fan residence.
He left the child with Teng Zijing, having servants arrange his living quarters and school.
As for Teng Zijing's wife, Liu Qiyi, she naturally slept with Zhao Tianhao and was now his personal pet.
That night, Zhao Tianhao expanded his four-person party to a five-person party. After ejaculating into each of the four women, Zhao Tianhao fell into a deep sleep, embracing the four beauties.
The next day, after dinner, Zhao Tianhao went to Li Hongcheng's place to attend a poetry gathering.
When Zhao Tianhao arrived, everyone attending the poetry gathering had been waiting for a long time, especially Guo Baokun and He Zongwei.
However, Guo Baokun's right cheek, after fermenting overnight, hadn't changed much; it was still incredibly swollen, looking utterly ridiculous, like a clown.
"Since everyone is here, let's make friends through poetry today. Please, everyone, be seated," Li Hongcheng greeted.
"Your Highness is right. Since it's a contest between scholars, it should be through poetry," He Zongwei quickly added.
"Alright, there's always some prize involved," Zhao Tianhao said casually.
"Fine, if you lose, you'll never write poetry again for the rest of your life."
"If you lose, you'll kneel down and crawl from one end of the hall to the other," Zhao Tianhao said, pointing to both ends of the hall.
"You...you're going too far!" Guo Baokun felt uneasy seeing Zhao Tianhao's confidence. "Dare or not?"
"You...fine, I agree," Guo Baokun agreed immediately, provoked by Zhao Tianhao.
"You two go first," Zhao Tianhao gestured for them to begin. After Guo Baokun and He Zongwei wrote two mediocre poems, Zhao Tianhao stood up.
"Brother Fan, one poem every ten steps, no need to reconsider," Li Hongcheng suggested, seeing Zhao Tianhao immediately begin writing.
"No, no need to waste everyone's time," Zhao Tianhao said with a flourish, writing the famous poem "Ascending the Heights" by the great poet Sage.
"The wind is fierce, the sky high, the monkeys howl mournfully… In my desolation, I've stopped drinking wine." A seven-character quatrain leaped onto the paper.
As Zhao Tianhao wrote, because Li Hongcheng had read it aloud, everyone had already gathered around him.
Not only was the poem excellent, but his flowing, unrestrained cursive script was also a feast for the eyes of the onlookers.
"What a fine poem, what beautiful calligraphy!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, and then a barrage of praise rained down on Zhao Tianhao.
"Gentlemen, how about it? Will you accept the loss?"
"Young Master Fan is indeed exceptionally talented, but scholars need to cultivate their minds. Why should Young Master Fan look down on all the scholars in the world? If you can cultivate your mind and virtue, you will surely become a great master," He Zongwei and Guo Baokun exchanged a glance and said to Zhao Tianhao with a smile.
Zhao Tianhao understood; this was a roundabout way of showing weakness, hoping he would back down. "Are you willing to accept defeat?"
Zhao Tianhao ignored him and addressed Guo Baokun.
"You..." Seeing Zhao Tianhao's unwavering stance, Guo Baokun hesitated, unsure what to say.
Admitting defeat was out of the question. If he were to kneel and kowtow in apology, his reputation would be secondary; what would become of his father's face?
But if he didn't admit defeat, he couldn't produce a good poem.
He wasn't truly a literary idiot. Compared to this poem, their own poems were utter garbage, incomparable.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the onlookers were eager to see what Guo Baokun would do.
Guo Baokun was indeed as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Just as he was considering how to deny the bet, he turned his head and suddenly caught sight of He Zongwei beside him, and a decision formed in his mind.
So he whispered something in He Zongwei's ear.
"Well, Young Master Guo, alright?"
The crowd was quite curious, wondering what they were discussing.
Given Zhao Tianhao's physical abilities, he naturally overheard their conversation. It boiled down to Guo Baokun not wanting to renege on his bet, but also not wanting to be a man of his word. So, he wanted He Zongwei to stand in for him and honor the loss, since Zhao Tianhao hadn't specified who it was; it was a poetry contest between the two of them.
Therefore, He Zongwei's willingness to honor the bet was understandable.
After Guo Baokun offered him irresistible terms, He Zongwei agreed. Wasn't this precisely why he had jumped in in the first place?
So, under everyone's watchful eyes, He Zongwei knelt down, kowtowed to Zhao Tianhao, and apologized, "Young Master Fan, I was wrong. Please forgive me, you are a magnanimous person."
Without waiting for Zhao Tianhao's response, he crawled from one end of the hall to the other.
Afterwards, He Zongwei was too ashamed to stay any longer and took his leave.
Zhao Tianhao smiled mockingly. If Guo Baokun actually knelt down and kowtowed to him, he might have held him in higher regard.
After all, a true man can bend and stretch. Of course, Zhao Tianhao would definitely kill him afterwards, because he hated people who could endure.
Moreover, as an enemy, he should be eliminated swiftly. Guo Baokun couldn't stay any longer and left the poetry gathering.
Zhao Tianhao didn't bother with them. He flashed out of the hall, released his consciousness, and walked towards the Second Prince. It was time to meet his enemy, the Second Prince.
When Zhao Tianhao got close, Xie Bi'an made his move. Unfortunately, although both were eighth-rank, Zhao Tianhao's strength wasn't truly eighth-rank. No matter how fast the sword was, unless one had reached the Grandmaster level, it couldn't escape Zhao Tianhao's consciousness lock.
Zhao Tianhao exchanged a few blows with him, then struck him in the chest with a palm, knocking him back.
Xie Bi'an clutched his chest and retreated, clearly slightly injured.
Naturally, it was because Zhao Tianhao had held back. Seeing Xie Bi'an about to attack again, the Second Prince interrupted, "Stop, let him in."
Zhao Tianhao calmly walked into the pavilion, staring at the equally deep-thinking man.
"Fan Xian, you seem to know I'm here?" the Second Prince said, staring into Zhao Tianhao's eyes.
"I've long heard that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince are close. It's natural that the Second Prince would be here today, given the Crown Prince's poetry gathering. As for how I knew Your Highness was here, it was purely by accident."
"Oh? Is that so? You're quite clever. I haven't even introduced myself, and you already know who I am."
Zhao Tianhao ignored the compliment. "Your Highness, is there something you need?"
"I have some grudges with the Crown Prince, and you are someone he dislikes. So I want to kill you, use your corpse as a gift to the Crown Prince, and reconcile my brother and me."
Zhao Tianhao smiled disdainfully. He truly wanted to kill you. If it weren't Zhao Tianhao present, but Fan Xian, he would have thought the Second Prince was joking.
"Your Highness, do you think his sword is faster, or my hand is faster?"
Zhao Tianhao finished speaking without turning his head, directly catching Xie Bi'an's thrusting sword between his fingers.
The Second Prince was shocked, clearly having underestimated Zhao Tianhao's strength.
"Bi'an, step back. Excellent skill, and the poem is excellent too. I wanted to see you as soon as you finished."
"I don't want to see Your Highness. If I had known Your Highness was here, I definitely wouldn't have come this way."
"Why?"
"If the Crown Prince knew I had seen Your Highness here today, he would definitely think I had already pledged allegiance to Your Highness. My days won't be easy from now on." Zhao Tianhao naturally knew that the Crown Prince wasn't the one making things difficult for him; the real mastermind behind the trouble was this person in front of him. Acting? Anyone can do that.
Zhao Tianhao naturally feigned weakness.
Secretly, he silently plotted.
As for hypnosis, Zhao Tianhao hadn't considered it. The Second Prince frequently met with Emperor Qing; if Emperor Qing noticed anything, it would be a loss.
"Intelligent, possessing not only literary talent but also worldly shrewdness—truly rare. The Crown Prince will find out about our meeting sooner or later; aren't you worried at all?"
"I believe the Crown Prince will understand, won't he?" Zhao Tianhao said before leaving.
Back at the poetry gathering, he greeted Li Hongcheng and then departed.
On his way back, Zhao Tianhao suddenly thought of Si Li, the courtesan of Zuixianju. It seemed he wouldn't be lonely that night.
That evening, Zhao Tianhao went to Zuixianju. He ordered someone to deliver the poems he had written during the day to Si Li. Sure enough, Si Li's pleasure boat was moored at the shore.