Chapter 114: The Uninvited Guest

  The wine had gone around the table three times, and many of the guests were already drunk, their faces flushed and their ears hot. But Ning Jing, the birthday girl, was not in a good mood, her face still puffed up with anger.

  Ning Jing wasn't really a little kid anymore, she knew how to put on a smiling face, even the Seventh Elder didn't notice her unhappiness.

  The banquet came to an end, and Ning quietly got up from his seat and went to a quiet courtyard.

  At this time, the snow had stopped, and a crescent moon hung weakly in the sky, casting down a clear and cold moonlight. In this courtyard, there were few people coming, and the accumulated snow was clean and flat. In one corner, several stalks of winter plum blossoms had already opened, emitting a faint fragrance that wafted through the air.

  Ning stood under the plum blossom tree, in the distance she could hear the guests' laughter and clinking cups, but this courtyard was quiet and deserted, similar to her mood. She didn't know why, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, she picked up a withered branch from the ground and started thrashing the plum blossom tree wildly.

  Clap Clap!

  Only the snowflakes fluttered, and the plum blossoms fell, petals falling like rain. Usually, Ning Jing was extremely fond of flowers, and most of these winter plum blossoms were planted by her in those years, watered and weeded personally, growing into today's flowers.

  Ning Jing cherished these flowers and plants extremely, but at this time she took out the plum blossoms to vent her emotions, it can be seen that she was indeed very angry.

  After venting for a while, looking at the withered plum blossoms, Ning Jing felt a little heartache and stopped. She threw away the dry branches in her hand, gritted her teeth and gnashed them, saying: "You're so bold, Ning Chong, you actually let go of my pigeon! I'll never forgive you!"

  At this time, however, a few faint coughs echoed from afar, startling Ning Jing. Upon hearing the coughs, she immediately recognized the person and thought that her previous words might have been overheard, causing her face to flush with embarrassment as she called out in the direction of the sound: "Weak Snow sister, is that you?"

  A gentle laugh came over, a slender figure walked slowly from afar, elegant and refined, with a thin veil covering her face, it was indeed Nalan Weak Snow.

  Nalan weak snow walked slowly closer, smiling and looking at Ning Jing said: "Ning Jing sister, why did you throw down other guests, alone in this ah?"

  "Nothing... nothing," Ning Jing covered up, her face heating up another degree, "felt stuffy, came out to get some fresh air..."

  "Oh, really?" Nalan weakly raised an eyebrow and smiled sarcastically, "Then why did a certain young lady just now say she wouldn't let someone off the hook?"

  "Oh no! Weak Snow sister, did you hear that..."

  Quiet little face flushed red, hot and flustered, not knowing whether it was embarrassment or shyness, being teased by Nalan Wushuang's smiling gaze, lowered her head, feeling embarrassed, and resentful towards Ning Chong for three parts.

  Nalan weak snow saw this, even more happy, and smiled: "Silly sister, what's there to be shy about? This shows that you've really grown up!"

  Ning Jing had always been treated like a child by others, but when she heard Nalan Rongruo say that, she smiled and said: "Of course, I've long been an adult..." But as soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly felt something was off, and a hint of realization dawned on her - it seemed that she had someone in mind.

  Now, Ning Jing's face was thoroughly red like a steamed shrimp, and even wisps of steam could be seen rising from it.

  "No! Not like that! Weak Snow sister, don't talk nonsense, I and that person are just ordinary friends, he is my cousin..."

  In her haste, serenity became a lengthy explanation, but the more she explained, the more she felt what it meant to make things worse by trying to explain them, and Nalan Xueyue's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

  Finally, Ning Jing's face turned red with rage, and she stomped her feet several times, leaving deep footprints in the snow. At this moment, she truly hated Ning Chong to death, treating the snowy ground beneath her feet as if it were Ning Chong himself, trampling it fiercely while gritting her teeth and saying: "Fine, I won't say anything! That damned Ning Chong, making me lose face like this, I'll never let him off!"

  "Heh heh..."

  Nalan weak snow could no longer bear it, had covered her mouth and laughed out loud, but was short of breath, for a moment pulling the insufficient parts of the internal organs, suddenly coughing violently, for a while her face turned paper white, her eyebrows twisted, her body trembling like a weak willow in the wind as she coughed, evoking sympathy.

  Ning Jing was startled and quickly went forward to support Nalan Weak Snow, anxiously saying: "Weak Snow sister, are you okay?"

  Nalan weakly stopped her coughing, her face still pale, but she smiled and shook her head: "What can happen, I'm used to it anyway, I won't die."

  Ning Jing's words made Ruo Xue's heart ache, her eyes moistened with tears. She said indignantly: "Ruo Xue sister, you've had this congenital illness for so many years, is it really impossible to cure? Heaven is truly unfair, Ruo Xue sister is so beautiful and kind, yet she has to suffer from this painful illness!"

  Nalan weak snow shook his head, just about to speak, when suddenly a loud and shrill laughter came from the direction of the banquet hall. The laughter was as unpleasant as a broken gong, yet it was loud and startling. Only to hear that unpleasant voice say: "Haha! What a lively scene! How can I miss out on this excitement!"

  This voice was so distinctive that as soon as Ning Jing and Nalan Wushuang heard it, they immediately recognized the person who had come.

  "Is it Xiang Jia's Xiang Ba that old freak! How did he come here?"

  "Let's go and take a look quickly!"

  Ning Jing nodded quietly and followed Nalan Ruxue quickly towards the banquet hall.

  In the courtyard where the banquet was being held, all the guests almost simultaneously stopped drinking and eating, unexpectedly looking in surprise at the seven or eight figures walking into the courtyard.

  Apart from wearing a strong suit, the person with a badge on his chest was obviously the elite of the Wei family's house guard. The old man who led them had disheveled hair and whiskers, an eagle nose and eyes, and walked with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of intimidation.

  Behind the old man was a similarly handsome young eagle with a proud gaze, high and above, his eyes scanning around, but seemingly no one in sight.

  Behind the young man stood two others, one with a square face and horizontal scars on his cheek; the other was tall and had a long-handled large knife behind him.

  After the seven men swaggered into the yard, a gatekeeper rushed in with an anxious face, arriving before the seven men and reporting to the Seventh Elder: "Seventh Elder, these seven people didn't wait for me to come and report, they ignored the obstruction and forced their way in. I tried to stop them but was slapped to the ground by one of them and almost fainted..."

  His face had a large palm print on it, with fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. When he spoke, his words were unclear and somewhat muffled. The Seventh Elder saw Meng's pitiful state and suppressed his inner anger, nodding and saying: "You can go now, go to the accounting room to collect fifty taels for your medical expenses."

  He bowed his head in gratitude and walked away.