Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 297 Jester Competition?
Chapter 297 Jester Competition?
“Ahem! Why don’t Sword Cultivators fight in the rain?”
He paused, grinning at his own cleverness.
“Because their swords need drying time!”
The crowd of guests broke into laughter-but Bai Zihan’s expression did not even twitch.
His gaze was flat, bored, like an emperor watching a child trip over his own feet.
“Next!”
The young man nearly stumbled away in shame.
Another stepped up, this one more daring. He puffed out his chest and spoke loudly.
“Why are alchemy recipes like cultivators’ gossip?”
He leaned forward dramatically.
“Because one small mistake can blow everything up!”
“Next!”
“How do you know a cultivator is arrogant?”
“When they claim they can leap three mountains but can’t jump over a puddle.” “Hahaha…”
The guests burst into roars of laughter, some clutching their stomachs. One even coughed until his face turned red.
However, Bai Zihan remained utterly calm, just saying a single word. “Next!”
A third tried, then a fourth. Some told jokes, some acted out ridiculous skits, and one even danced clumsily to the laughter of the crowd.
The courtyard echoed with amusement-except from Bai Zihan.
His face was a mask of indifference, his gaze sharp and cold, as though daring anyone to amuse him.
By now, a strange tension filled the air.
At first, everyone had thought it would be easy. After all, how hard could it be to make someone laugh?
Yet as the line of failed candidates grew longer, a realization dawned upon them all.
It was not simply about telling a joke.
This was the Bai Zihan they were dealing with.
The same Young Master who toyed with nobles and made sect elders bow their heads. The same man who smiled at bloodshed as though it were theater.
Could a simple jest really shake such a person?
Luo Qing wondered the same.
She had seen Bai Zihan laugh, but not from jokes-only from the misery or
amusement of others.
As for laughing out of pure joy, never!
But this also made the situation all the more interesting, with many wondering:
Who in this world could possibly make Bai Zihan laugh?
And what kind of joke would it be?
Bai Zihan leaned back against the silken cushions, his eyes narrowing slightly as yet another one finished his desperate attempt at humor.
The guests around the courtyard laughed themselves hoarse, but to Bai Zihan it
was all the same-predictable, dull, lacking the sharp edge of true wit.
He shook his head slowly, a trace of disappointment flickering across his features.
“Is this truly the extent of creativity this world has to offer?”
He murmured, almost to himself.
Compared to the creativity of the other worlds, it just felt lacking. “Next!”
He commanded again, his voice calm, almost bored.
The next challenger stepped forward, determined to make Bai Zihan laugh.
He opened his mouth-
“BAI ZIHAN!”
The shout split the courtyard like a thunderclap.
Every head turned.
Bai Zihan’s grin froze for the briefest instant.
A figure in white descended the steps at the far end of the courtyard, her long sleeves swaying like flowing clouds, her every step imbued with the grace of a fairy untouchable by dust.
Bai Xueqing!
The Number One Beauty beneath the heavens, at least as some would call her.
The very woman all these men sought to marry.
And her eyes-those steady, cool eyes that rarely betrayed emotion-were filled
with clear displeasure.
The murmurs surged like a rising tide.
“It’s Fairy Bai Xueqing!”
“She came?”
“She doesn’t look pleased at all…”
Even Luo Qing stiffened, sweat beading at her temples.
(Young Master… you’re dead. Absolutely dead!)
Bai Xueqing stopped at the edge of the courtyard, her gaze fixed upon her
younger brother seated on the great chair.
Her voice, calm yet edged with frost, cut across the silence.
“Oh, if it isn’t my dear sister. What’s up?”
Bai Zihan casually remarked, as if he had done nothing wrong.
“What’s up? What do you mean ‘what’s up’? What are you doing?”
Bai Xueqing asked, obviously aware of the farce that had been unfolding.
Bai Zihan casually replied, as if he had done nothing wrong:
“Oh, this? Father asked me to check whether any of them are suitable to be
your husband.”
“And you turned this into your amusement?”
Bai Xueqing flared up.
“Of course not. Without a sense of humor, how can they be worthy of your
hand? I am just testing them,” Bai Zihan said with a grin.
Bai Xueqing narrowed her eyes, obviously displeased-not just at Bai Zihan’s bizarre method, but at the marriage itself.
(I already told Father I have no interest in marriage!)
She thought.
“Tsk!”
But it seemed Bai Tianheng was adamant about it.
Well, why wouldn’t he be?
His youngest son was already engaged and might be married within a year or
two, while she was still yet to be promised to anyone.
Bai Zihan tilted his head, a sly glint in his eyes.
“Perhaps, sister… you should join me,” he suggested.
Bai Xueqing’s eyes narrowed sharply. Her gaze, as cold and precise as a sword,
fixed on him.
“No, thanks!”
She replied coolly, leaving no room for argument.
Bai Zihan chuckled softly, shrugging as if to say, as you wish.
She turned her attention to the gathered suitors, her posture straightened, her
voice carrying over the courtyard like a gale.
“Listen carefully,” she said, every word precise and measured, “I have no
interest in marriage. Don’t waste your time!”
She said, with no room for doubt.
For a moment, silence followed. The guests blinked, taken aback by the blunt
declaration of the Empire’s most coveted maiden.
“But Lady Bai Xueqing, we are sincere! Please, give us a chance!”
“I swear, my heart is true. Don’t dismiss me outright!”
“Lady Bai Xueqing, I am ready to face any challenge, endure any trial-just allow
me to show you that I am deserving of your hand!”
Even Third Prince Yu Wenzhao lifted his chin, voice strong with pride. “Bai Xueqing, you cannot simply dismiss those who have the means, the talent,
and the honor to marry you. Surely, you can give us the courtesy of a fair
chance.” The air tensed. Bai Xueqing’s gaze swept across the courtyard, resting on each would-be suitor like an inspection blade.
(Ack!)
She didn’t like any of them and found them repulsive.
But it was clear-outright refusal was impossible.
After all, many of them have powerful backgrounds and offending them
wouldn’t be good for the Bai Clan, at least without a good reason. Her eyes flicked toward her brother, who lounged lazily on the great chair,
watching the scene with mild amusement.
!!!
A spark of an idea ignited in her mind. Her lips curved ever so slightly.
“Very well,” she said, her tone calm but carrying absolute authority. “I will give
any of you a chance-on one condition.”
The suitors stiffened, hearts pounding in anticipation. Hope surged through them-finally, the moment they had been waiting for.
Eyes darted toward Bai Xueqing, eager to hear the condition, imagining it might
be some trial of skill, knowledge, or refinement.
Surely it wouldn’t be anything as absurd and weird as what Bai Zihan asked for,
right?
“You must defeat my brother, Bai Zihan!”
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