met free Chapter 279 made a bad move, but was completely unaware of it.
Chapter 279 made a bad move, but was completely unaware of it.
Chapter 279 A terrible move, yet completely unaware
The Prince of Yan sent two of his closest confidants with him, two of them carrying one box, while Xia Erge carried one box by himself.
The same weight, the two trusted confidants struggled and turned red in the face, but Brother Xia remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.
They were even starting to suspect that the large box Xia Erge was carrying was empty.
The two large boxes were put down at the same time, shaking up the dust on the ground.
Two of the King of Yan's close confidants returned to his side, their faces flushed.
Xia Erge stood beside the box and looked at Xia Mo.
Xia Mo stepped forward, opened the two boxes, revealing two large boxes filled with books.
After glancing at everyone present, Xia Mo began distributing the books.
"One book per family."
At the end of summer, Xia Erge first took a book to the Prince of Yan.
The Prince of Yan took it and eagerly began to read it. The Princess of Yan looked at Xia Mo, waiting for Xia Mo to give him a copy as well.
However, at the end of summer, it was delivered to another family.
Some were given to female relatives, and some to male relatives; in short, each family received one copy, and there was no situation where a family received two copies.
Seeing Xia Mo's lack of manners and being extremely curious, Princess Yan had no choice but to peek over to Prince Yan's side to take a look.
The Prince of Yan was engrossed in the poems in the book, completely absorbed in them, and for a moment, he forgot that he was still holding a banquet.
Not only the Prince of Yan reacted this way, but everyone else who received the book had the same reaction.
For a moment, the banquet was so quiet that only the sound of turning pages could be heard.
When Young Master Lan saw the more than a thousand poems recorded in the thick book, many of which were the same as the rewards he had received from the live streaming system, his hands and feet turned ice-cold, and he felt as if he were in an ice cellar.
An inexplicable, bone-chilling cold made Young Master Lan's teeth chatter.
After about 15 minutes, Princess Yan got tired of standing, came to her senses, and reminded Prince Yan.
The Prince of Yan realized that a banquet was still being held and instantly came to his senses. Those who were flipping through books at the banquet also stopped flipping through their books as the Prince of Yan coughed, and they all showed their shame.
"I was captivated by the beautiful poems and verses in the book."
"This is an absolutely wonderful book!"
"Strange, one of the poems in this book looks so familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before?"
The person who said this glanced at Young Master Lan secretly.
Young Master Lan's lips inexplicably turned purple, as if he had been frozen.
"I also feel like I've seen this poem somewhere before."
"..."
"All the birds have flown away from the mountains, and all human tracks have vanished from the paths..."
Someone has already read the poem aloud.
"Isn't this Young Master Lan's poem?!"
"Yes, this poem is clearly Young Master Lan's poem!"
Immediately, someone pointed out where they had seen this poem before.
"How could Young Master Lan's talent be plagiarized! There's something wrong with the poems in this book!"
Immediately, a young nobleman from the Lan family stood up and spoke up for Young Master Lan.
“I have a unique copy of this book, unearthed from a tomb. I will present it to King Jiang,” Xia Mo said.
"Is it true that only by inviting King Jiang can we see this unique copy?!" someone immediately pressed.
Xia Mo nodded.
"I suspect that you know many of us here are afraid of Jiang Wang, and you're deliberately using Jiang Wang to shut us up!" someone immediately declared loudly.
That is, at this moment—
"King Jiang has arrived!"
Huangfu Qian originally didn't want to come, but he had people keep a close eye on the banquet at the Prince of Yan's residence, and when he learned that Xia Mo needed him, he still came.
“Seventh Brother,” the Prince of Yan’s heart tightened the moment he saw the Prince of Jiang, and he subconsciously got up and stepped forward to greet him warmly.
Although the Prince of Yan was able to reside in the capital, he did not actually wield as much power as the Prince of Jiang.
Huangfu Qian glanced at the Prince of Yan, then swept his gaze across everyone present, and asked, "I heard that Mr. Yuanshan has also come."
The Prince of Yan was surprised, secretly glanced at Huangfu Qian, pointed at Xia Mo, and said, "This lord of Anjia Township is Yuanshan."
A fleeting look of surprise flashed across Huangfu Qianying's eyes. "General Xia, I never expected that you were Yuanshan."
Given Huangfu Qian's personality, if he were to act too exaggeratedly, it would seem fake; this is just right.
Xia Mo silently gave Huangfu Qian a thumbs up in her heart; he acted very well!
“Yes,” Xia Mo replied.
Those present were shocked by the title "General Xia." They immediately realized that Huangfu Qian had the power to appoint and dismiss military officers! If Huangfu Qian said Xia Mo was General Xia, then... he really was!
Many people present were stunned and dumbfounded.
Princess Yan and many other high-ranking noblewomen already knew that Xia Mo had a general's order, so they were neither surprised nor taken aback when it was revealed that Xia Mo was a general under King Jiang.
If a woman were to be granted the title of general, then among all the civil and military officials in the court, only the Prince of Jiang would be so highly regarded.
"That rare copy of the poetry collection, I wonder if you could lend it out for a look?" Xia Mo used her divine sense to tell Huangfu Qian that she had given it to the Prince of Jiang.
Huangfu Qian nodded: "Come with me back to the manor to retrieve it."
“I will have your subordinates retrieve the rare copy. Since you are here, Seventh Brother, please continue attending the banquet,” said the Prince of Yan.
"No need, I am a loner," Huangfu Qian said coldly, his face expressionless.
After Huangfu Qian left, Xia Mo called Xia Erge to come along and followed behind Huangfu Qian.
Many people present saw the Prince of Yan's expression change when Huangfu Qian said, "This prince has a solitary personality."
Huangfu Qian is directly stating the Prince of Yan's evaluation of him! He's humiliating the Prince of Yan; how could the Prince of Yan not look displeased?
Three-quarters of an hour later—
Huangfu Qian, holding an exquisite mahogany box, returned to the Yan Prince's Mansion with Xia Mo and Xia Erge.
Huangfu Qian simply opened the box and placed it on the table in front of him, without intending for anyone to take it away.
The King of Yan had no choice but to step down from his throne and walk over to watch.
“Be careful, this is a unique copy found in a grave. If it’s destroyed, it’s gone forever,” Xia Mo said intentionally.
Young Master Lan's eyes flickered, his mind filled with thoughts: If it's destroyed, it's gone. Then who can prove that he appropriated someone else's poem for himself?!
Once Young Master Lan made up his mind, he activated the hidden agents planted in the Prince of Yan's residence.
The eight great families have placed people in the palace and various mansions, acting as secret agents that cannot be moved unless absolutely necessary.
Young Master Lan made a terrible move, yet he was completely unaware of it.
When the group of scholars went to examine the rare book and authenticate its authenticity, a maidservant approached with an inkstone in her hands. Inside the inkstone, there was still freshly ground ink. Although some of the people present glanced at it with confusion, they did not pay it any mind.
Perhaps King Jiang has other uses for this inkstone and ink?
The maid carried the inkstone to the table where the rare poetry collection was placed, took a deep breath, and splashed the ink from the inkstone directly onto the rare book.
The maid's actions caught everyone off guard. The ink stain was already close to the rare book, so close that there was no way to avoid it! Seeing that the rare poetry collection was about to be destroyed, all the scholars who had read it closed their eyes in distress, unable to bear to look.
While they felt sorry for that rare collection of poems, they also understood that someone had deliberately arranged it this way!