Chapter Eighty-One: Demanding Wei Luo

  The Duke of Jin's face turned red as he watched the scene, and finally, he could no longer bear it. In the midst of the commotion, he suddenly stood up, threw down a sentence, "I am tired!" After speaking, he turned around and left the main hall under the escort of a group of palace maids.

  From start to finish, he didn't give a single glance at the Prince of Jingling, and the Prince of Jingling kept his eyes fixed on the front, with an expression as stern as the loud shouts and cheers, the excited crowd of Jin people faced each other, seemingly unaware that the Marquis of Jin had already stormed off in anger.

  The crowd's shouting grew fainter and the great hall gradually turned quiet. Just as everyone looked up at the empty throne where Duke Jin was supposed to be, they felt a bit uneasy. The calm and magnetic voice of Prince Jingling echoed in the hall, "Father is unwell and has retired first. Everyone can enjoy themselves."

  He said this, picked up the four-sided green cup, and loudly said to the noble people in front of him: "If a husband has no bravery, what is different from a woman? This cup of wine from Jingling is dedicated to your bravery! Let's drink!"

  Having said that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

  Many noble men raised their heads together, with a slight movement of their right sleeves, and drank to the bottom.

  The Prince of Jingling placed the green zither on a side table, and after the palace maidens had finished singing, he picked it up again and raised his cup to the crowd, saying: "I have won six cities from Qin, so in the future when I make sacrifices at my ancestral temple, I can stand tall! Let's drink!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, everyone shouted in unison: "The young master is mighty!" and downed the second cup of wine.

  Wei Lao sat in the back, quietly watching this scene, she found that all the Jin people in the main hall were not surprised by the big thing that had just driven out the Chu messenger. It was clear that everyone knew that this matter was actually the fault of the King of Chu, and he would never dare to use this as an excuse to raise objections or provoke Jin, even if he owned half of the world.

  Wei Luo looked back at Jing Ling on the stage, she had been blank in her mind just now, until now she finally had a little thought. Now she finally understood the hatred between herself and him.

  She bit her lip and thought to herself: He knows I'm disguising myself, and he's quite interested in me. Now she only hoped that during these three years, her appearance had changed greatly, so as not to be recognized by him or the people around him.

  A girl changes greatly after eighteen, she has changed from a fourteen-year-old little girl to the current seventeen-year-old, and her appearance should have undergone great changes. Even if it was just a fleeting encounter in the past, they would certainly not be able to recognize her now. Moreover, her temperament and behavior are vastly different from those of her former self?

  The biggest worry is that if one's appearance resembles someone still in the palace, whether it be the king or their birth mother, as long as they are too similar, people will suspect.

  At this time, a guest from Jingling Prefecture in front of Wei Luo said in a low voice: "Young Master has now won everyone's heart!"

  Another man also laughed and said: "Indeed, why can't you handle the young master?"

  A young man with a pale face, twenty-seven or eight years old, burst out laughing. "What a pity for the princess of Yue! The women of Yue are beautiful and unparalleled in the world. This time, the marriage of the princess of Yue will be different from last time. Whether it is the Marquis of Yue or the King of Chu, they should not have the heart to play tricks on her again. Among the dowry of this princess of Yue, there must be good daughters of high-ranking officials in the country. Alas, alas, I don't know how many extraordinary beauties are among them. Just thinking about it makes me feel sorry for the young master."

  Men are always spirited when mentioning this topic, no matter in which era, and suddenly, the sound of laughter is endless.

  Wei Luo understood a bit more. Last time she got married, although she woke up late and most people were already dead, it could still be seen that there were very few followers, no war chariots or slave servants, and no maid servants either. Not to mention being the good daughter of a noble family, not even a servant girl had been present! It was supposed to be a wedding procession of tens of thousands of people, but in reality, only hundreds of people were there. Really, it was indeed a bit excessive.

  She had just thought of the two words 'overboard', and suddenly, a strong sense of grievance and pain surged up from deep within her. This feeling came out of nowhere, it was fierce and intense, and in an instant, it made Wei Luo's eyes sting and nose sour, her heart ached, and she almost shed tears.

  This is also the consciousness of this body being arrogant again.

  Wei Luo closed her eyes and quietly inhaled and exhaled for a while according to the breathing method, finally calming herself down.

  She now understands that even this body feels so humiliated, let alone being the son of Jingling?

  The Marquis of Jin had already retreated, and the crowd again turned to Jingling Nai Mei. Finally, the various princes also couldn't sit still, one by one announcing their withdrawal. The Princes of Jingling didn't mind, they said that if they wanted to leave, then let them leave.

  At this time, the son of Jingling was no longer sitting in front, he got down and came to the midst of the crowd, chatting and laughing with everyone while drinking. At this moment, the music had started, the bells were ringing, and the dancing girls had already danced over.

  Jingling Gongzi and the other nobles drank and laughed together, slowly making their way to the eighth row, where his mansion's guest swordsmen were gathered.

  As soon as he saw him coming, Wei Luo hastily lowered his head and retreated a step back.

  In the seventh row, he found an empty seat and sat down with a flourish, and then started drinking wine with another noble.

  At this time, the thirteenth princess also twisted her waist and walked out of the crowd of noble ladies, approaching Jingling.

  Then, beside the thirteenth princess, a young official followed, with a white face and slightly long, regular features. Behind this young man stood two proud swordsmen.

  Wei Luo's eyes widened in shock, and she almost gasped!

  Of those two swordsmen, the one standing on the right side was tall and lean, with dark skin and a thin face, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's - wasn't that Cheng Xiao?

  It's really him! I didn't expect to see him again after two and a half years!

  It's settled then. The young man is close to the 13th Princess, he should be her husband Wen Suo. Who would have thought that Cheng Yue became a guest under the 13th Princess' roof?

  Weiluo stared at Cheng Xi, and although she only took a glance, that one glance immediately caught Cheng Xi's attention. He turned his head, and his bright eyes stared straight at her. Weiluo instantly recalled this person's preferences and hastily lowered her head to avoid meeting his gaze, letting herself look down again.

  The thirteenth princess came to the side of the Duke of Jingling, she knelt down and sat down, not caring about the gaze of the crowd, directly stretched out her hand to hold his arm, and smiled: "Eighth brother is so majestic!"

  She was very close to Jinling, her full chest rubbing against his arm, and the breath she exhaled also flowed gently towards him. However, this action of the 13th princess seemed ordinary to people at that time, and even her husband Wen Shi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

  Jingling Gongzi smiled and casually pulled out his left arm, which had been tightly wrapped around her. He raised the wine jug to several people again and said: "Let's drink again!"

  The thirteenth princess was so publicly rejected by him, and she felt a little uncomfortable. However, she soon forgot about it and smiled: "Eighth brother is really heartless, that Yu'e Princess must be a peerless beauty, it's a pity to abandon her."

  The Duke of Jingling smiled faintly and did not answer.

  The thirteenth princess was a bit uninteresting, and her eyes rolled over, and as she did, she saw Wei Luo sitting quietly with his head down.

  As soon as she saw Wei Luo, her heart skipped a beat and the ambiguous relationship between this young man and Eighth Brother involuntarily appeared in her eyes.

  At this moment, she leaned slightly towards the son of Jinling and smiled with her big eyes: "Eighth brother is in high spirits today, I want to ask you for someone." After that, she pointed at Wei Luo with her slender hand and said: "This little girl has ink-like eyes like jade, a lively expression, looking at her makes people feel happy, eighth brother, give her to me."