In this era, people who are literate are few in number, and those with wisdom are even fewer. Those who possess wisdom also rarely display it in their personal demeanor. Therefore, people of the time seldom see individuals like Wei Lu who have a bit of humor. If they were not truly rare, the Grand Historian would not have written separate biographies for just a few jesters.

  Among the loud laughter, everyone's gaze towards Wei Luo had changed. The noblewomen were whispering to each other, commenting on her without end. Even a few of the high-ranking officials sitting in front turned around to take a good look at her.

  In a short while, a nobleman waved his hand and said to the stout official: "This child is good! Let him stay."

  The person in charge hastily replied: "Yes."

  He waved his hand and motioned for Wei Luo to move aside.

  Wei Luo didn't let out a breath of relief until now. As soon as she lifted her foot, she felt a wave of dizziness and weakness. She took a deep breath to steady herself before walking steadily to the side. It wasn't until she stood still that she realized she was sweating profusely.

  Since arriving in this world, Wei Luo discovered that her sweat glands were particularly well-developed and the number of times she was frightened was countless. She even suspected that if things continued like this, her heart would become as strong as those butchers who could slaughter pigs without blinking an eye.

  Wei Luo stepped back, and it was up to the miscellaneous servants to deal with them. Such strong men were not what the nobles were looking for, but a few soldiers came and took them all away, probably to send them to the battlefield.

  The servants handled it, and then there was the handling of the remaining virgin boys. None of the nobles were interested anymore. Finally, that fat official waved his hand, and someone took them away. Wei Luo's ears were sharp, and she heard him muttering to himself, "Raise them for a few days, and sell them to merchants."

  Unconsciously, only Wei Luo was left in the field.

  Actually, Wei Luo is a bit strange, she just joked about it herself, and anyone can come and take her away, why make things difficult?

  She lowered her head and listened very seriously. Finally, a faint voice came through, "This child is quite good! Why not offer it to the lord to win a smile?"

  To send it to the Marquis of Jin? To be his jester? Wei Luo furrowed her brow, carefully weighing the pros and cons of this matter.

  At this moment, a hoarse and shrill female voice rose, "This child belongs to me."

  As soon as the woman's voice came out, everyone turned their heads to look over at her.

  Weiduo also raised his head and looked at the person who was speaking.

  This is an extremely obese woman, only 1.5 meters tall, and Wei Luo estimates that her mountain-like body weighs no less than 160 pounds.

  Generally speaking, fat people tend to have a Buddha-like appearance and are born with kind eyebrows and eyes. However, this woman was different. Her face, filled with excess flesh, had a pair of small, narrow eyes that seemed to be only one line. When those small eyes looked at Wei Luo, for some reason, they made her shiver.

  Moreover, the woman was so fat, but her lips were extremely thin, almost without an upper lip. When she didn't speak, her mouth was just a line, giving people a strong sense of ferocity and venom.

  Wei Luo just took one glance and felt a sense of unease in her heart.

  She hastily turned her eyes to look at the crowd, and when she did, she found that all the nobles had fallen silent. Those few nobles who had shown kindness to her earlier now met her gaze with sympathy and pity.

  Wei Luo's heart sank.

  The woman said that after turning her head to look at the fat steward behind Wei Luo. When Wei Luo saw him about to speak, his heart tightened and he couldn't care about so much anymore, taking a step forward, making a gesture of courtesy with his hands and smiling at the woman, preparing to speak.

  As soon as she opened her mouth, the woman gave a stern glance at Wei Luo, causing her to swallow back the words that had reached her lips.

  The woman stared at Wei Luo like a pig or dog, curled her lips and said in a sharp voice: "Little one, the rules of our Jiang Gongzhu's manor are strict. The first rule is that without my permission, you cannot make a sound." As she spoke, she glared at Wei Luo's small figure and said darkly: "I have always hated people who smile with an arrogant face, not knowing their noble or humble status!"

  She showed Weyland her unvarnished loathing and hatred.

  Wei Luo was shocked.

  She stared blankly at He and Gong Zhu, her mind racing.

  "And from now on, you must always try to please me. When I command you to speak, your words should be able to make me laugh."

  Wei Luo's face turned pale, and for a moment, her usual calm and honest expression revealed a hint of anger.

  He and Princess Ginger saw her about to get angry and leave, and he couldn't help but feel excited. His thick nose began to move, and he stuck out his red tongue to lick his lips, as if facing Wei Luo was a delicious meal that was about to be served.

  She was so excited that she seemed to be eager for Weiluo to get angry immediately. Weiluo was shocked, and his slightly pale face slowly calmed down.

  Hei Gongzhu seemed even more interested in her ability to control herself, and she narrowed her already small eyes, peering at Wei Luo through the layers of fat, like a snake, saying: "When I'm not around, you can be the wine vessel too."

  As soon as she uttered the two words 'wine vessel', the noblewomen in front of and behind her all revealed expressions of disgust. Wei Luo was still wondering when, together with Princess Jiang, she enthusiastically added: "The slaves who have committed crimes, I like to peel off their skulls to make wine vessels!"

  The child can be used with care."

  Using human skulls as wine vessels?

  Using human skulls as wine vessels!

  Suddenly, Wei Luo understood, knew.

  She gritted her teeth and took two deep breaths, her brain racing at a speed it had never reached before. It was clear that once she entered the so-called Princess Ginger's mansion, there would be no way out but death.

  She must think of a way to save herself, she must think of it right away, right away!

  Just as Wei Luo was anxious and flustered, the stout official clasped his hands together and smiled: "Good!"

  "Wait a minute—"

  His good words had just come out, and Wei Luo had already loudly shouted them out. She took another step forward, quietly staring at He and Jiang Gongzhu in the midst of the blazing torches, her voice rising, her hands clasped together, and said clearly: "Reporting to the princess, I am actually a person from the residence of the Prince of Jingling, and before coming here, I was just appointed as his personal attendant. However, due to a small mistake, I was harmed by thieves and got mixed up in the matter of Mei Ji."

  She spoke fluently, without pausing for breath, and smiled slightly with her white teeth, "For the princess's sake, if a lowly person is to enter the mansion, they must first inform the young master."

  Wei Luo spoke loudly and righteously. She knew that once she entered the Princess Consort's residence, it would be a living hell. Now, only the Prince of Jingling was the straw she could grasp at, she had no other choice, even if it meant risking her life to make a desperate attempt.

  As Wei Luo spoke, she and Princess Jing exchanged a glance, their nearly invisible eyes shooting out faint green glows.

  Wei Luo stared at her unyieldingly, motionless.

  After a brief stalemate, he and Princess Jiang suddenly looked up and burst out laughing.

  Her laughter was hoarse and shrill, like a knife scraping against stone, or a broken gong being struck, truly the most unpleasant sound.

  What made Wei Luo frantic was the triumphant and amused smile hidden in her laughter.

  He and Princess Jiang burst out laughing, in the vast square, except for her laughter, there was only the sound of the wind, the crackling of torches. At this moment, everyone's eyes looking at Wei Luo were as if they were looking at a dead man.

  Wei Luo's heart really sank.

  After laughing loudly with Princess Jiang, she slowly composed herself, fanning her nose and saying slowly: "Who is Jingling? If someone dares to enter his mansion and take you away, it must be that you have been abandoned by him! You are a big burden for a child, how dare you deceive me as Jingling?"

  She said this, and then stretched out her thick red tongue to lick her lips, sizing up the triumphant excitement in Weiruo's eyes.

  In Weilo's pale and desperate gaze, she cawed: "The young one fears me? How delightful, how delightful!"

  "Come in!"

  "Hello?"

  "Lock him up in the mansion."

  "Agreed."

  From the dark corner, two swordsmen emerged and strode towards Weiruo.

  Wei Luo's hand tightly grasped the wooden sword in her sleeve, she took a deep breath and thought to herself: A person like this won't give me a second chance, I'd better kill myself!

  Her hand grasping the wooden hilt was very steady, very steady, from a stability that seemed almost unnatural.

  In the blink of an eye, the two swordsmen walked up to Wei Luo and simultaneously reached out their hands to grab her shoulders.

  He and Princess Ginger's eyes were excited to the extreme, like a poisonous snake. She kept licking her lips with her thick red tongue.

  Weilo's breathing slowed down, and she slowly drew out the wooden sword from her sleeve pocket.

  Just as all was quiet and everyone had fallen silent, a loud shout suddenly broke the stillness of the night, "The Prince of Jingling has arrived!"

  The Prince of Hanling has arrived!

  Wei Luo turned her head to look at a carriage slowly entering the square, without blinking.

  She never knew she would one day long for someone's arrival so much!

  She never thought that when she heard the name of Jingling Gongzi, she would be so moved, so relieved, and so looking forward to it.