Chapter Eighty-Five: The Eldest Imperial Princess

  The noise rose again, and from time to time a scholar stood up to express his own views.

  Wei Luo lowered her head and thought for a moment. When she raised her eyes, she saw several virtuous scholars in the mansion nodding slightly at her as she lifted her head, and her heart felt a surge of joy.

  She blinked her eyes and muttered: "I am not willing to be a jester either!"

  She was muttering to herself, but in fact she was also saying it for others to hear. She had just made such a big scene, and everyone in the mansion was paying attention to her.

  A young scholar of twenty-six or seven years old, sitting in front of Wei Luo, looked at her seriously and couldn't help but say: "What a great man seeks is to bring glory to his ancestors. If the young master does not allow you to marry, what can be done even if he is being unreasonable?"

  This remark was far beyond Wei Luo's expectations. She stared blankly at the wise man who spoke, and it wasn't until now that she realized people didn't think it would be difficult for a man to accept being another man's subordinate!

  Her lips trembled slightly, and she suddenly felt fortunate that she hadn't said the words "I am a trusted minister of Jingling" in front of everyone earlier. Because with her personality, if she had really said it, she would have been so indignant and resentful, speaking with 70% insult and 30% grievance.

  Luckily luckily.

  Alas, having been in this world for three years, I've always kept a low profile, rarely interacting with people, and had to be extremely careful to conceal the fact that I'm a transmigrant. Even when speaking or asking questions, I'd hold back three parts of what I wanted to say. As a result, I'm not very familiar with many of the customs and ways of thinking of the people in this era.

  At this time, the young scholar said again: "There are thousands of scholars in the government, but few can attract your attention. In the future, when you become a noble, you will be able to ascend to heaven in one step, glorifying your ancestors and making your name known throughout the world. It's just around the corner. You, little one, really have good fortune."

  Wei Luo heard this and forced a smile in response.

  She let out a weak sigh and began to ponder in her mind again.

  Alright, so being a sycophant isn't shameful after all. Then how can I get rid of this identity? What kind of words should I use to counter the Duke of Jingling and make him keep his distance from me?

  This question is really a bit difficult, Wei Luo lowered her head, furrowed her brow and thought hard without stopping.

  As time ticked by, Wei Luo began to feel anxious. After the banquet dispersed, the Duke of Jing might settle accounts, and tonight would be unbearable for him. No, he must think of a countermeasure. Even if it's just temporarily escaping for a few days.

  She was at her wit's end and saw someone walking out of the palace, suddenly thinking that she could also use the excuse to go to the toilet and breathe some fresh air.

  Thoughts turned into action, Wei Luo glanced at the Prince of Jingling, seeing that he was listening intently to a scholar's response and didn't look over here. Moreover, there were maids, palace ladies, and swordsmen walking around everywhere, and this place was occasionally blocked by crowds. She stood up, turned around, and followed the corner of the hall, lightly and quickly walking towards the outside of the hall.

  Such banquets always last till the wee hours, so there are many people coming and going to relieve themselves. When Wei Luo walked to the entrance of the hall, he saw that several swordsmen from Jingling Fu had noticed him, but they didn't stop him, and his heart slightly relaxed.

  A half-moon hangs in the sky, a few strands of floating clouds drift by. The azure sky is spotless, and only upon careful observation can one see a few stars twinkling within.

  Wei Luo took a deep breath of fresh air, deliberately found a swordsman in the Jinling Mansion and asked where the restroom was, then walked away with a smile.

  After passing through a corridor, there are dense and tall trees. In the swaying tree shadows, Wei Luo's slender body was stretched out.

  Wei Luo lowered her head and gazed at her own shadow, letting out a soft sigh.

  Good wind and good water, good scenery and auspicious day, Wei Luo thought anxiously: I really want to confess, just loudly tell him that I am actually a woman. Just reveal my face and confront him! What's the worst that could happen? Death!

  She had just thought of this and shrank back, thinking: The difficulties of the past are all gone with death. This word "death" is not easy to say, once you die, everything will be gone, can't be careless.

  She let out another long sigh at this thought.

  She was lost in thought as she strolled along, and after a while, she raised her eyes to glance at the end of the stone path on her right side, where she caught sight of rippling lake waters, and immediately quickened her pace.

  The lake is not big, with four corridors connected to each other. In the middle of the lake, a pavilion stands quietly under the moonlight. Wei Luo looked and looked, then stepped onto the corridor.

  As soon as she stepped onto the corridor, she saw two swordsmen standing on either side of the small path, each with a burning torch stuck in the mud behind them. Wei Luo turned her head and saw that the four men were all ignoring her, so she walked forward with ease.

  The corridor was all made of Hanbai jade as a railing, with wood as a board. Wei Luo's footsteps were light and she walked on it almost silently.

  She walked along, gazing at the layered shadows cast by the moonlight on the lake water, and couldn't help but sigh again.

  Just then, a faint whimpering cry came from somewhere.

  Wei Luo's footsteps came to an abrupt halt as he subconsciously thought: There's a ghost!

  At a glance under the moonlight, the clear and bright sky and earth, I reacted again: How can there be ghosts?

  She hesitated for a moment, just as she was about to turn back and leave, when she heard a somewhat familiar sobbing sound coming from afar, "If I had known it would come to this, I would rather have died in Chu like the Seventh Maiden!"

  This voice sounds kind of familiar.

  While Wei Luo was still frowning and thinking, another girl's voice came over, "The Ninth Princess is a heavenly beauty, besides, with the King of Chu and the Marquis of Jin presiding, there must be another way to handle this matter."

  Upon hearing this, Wei Luo's heart skipped a beat: This Ninth Princess is actually the legitimate princess of Yue State! It's her, why is she crying here? Ah, right, she said something about 'rather die in Chu like Seventh Princess', that Seventh Princess must be me! I should be! So I am actually the Seventh Princess of Yue State.

  After knowing that the crying person was the princess of Yue, Wei Luo became curious. She quietly approached a little closer and stopped beside a giant white jade pillar. From her angle, she could see that there were guards standing ten meters away from both sides of the pavilion. Obviously, they were protecting the Princess of Yue, so she didn't dare to get too close either.

  At this time, the strangest thing was that the eldest princess of Yue State was crying here. She didn't know that the Marquis of Jin had hastily retreated and the Chu envoy had been thrown out. The eldest princess of Yue State, who had been temporarily thrown into the backyard guest hall by the son of Jingling, was completely ignored and no one made any arrangements for her actions. Even those who usually handled such matters for the Marquis of Jin were now focusing their attention on appeasing the Chu envoy.

  This imperial princess was ignored by everyone, and seeing that there was a quiet place here, she hid and cried bitterly.

  Hearing her sobbing, Wei Luo couldn't help but sigh again.

  At this time, the eldest princess of Yue sobbed again: "Recently, scholars from all over the world will rush to Xintian. At that time, my affair will be laughed at by the world. I, I really wish I could jump down and die."

  The eldest princess's words were three parts serious, and immediately the sound of thuds echoed as her palace maids and attendants knelt down one after another. In an instant, five or six voices exclaimed in unison, "Ninth Princess, absolutely not!"

  In the midst of panicked and chaotic cries, a middle-aged man wearing a scholar's hat stepped forward beside the swordsman. He stared at Princess Yu'e and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Princess, your body is tied to the honor of our country, you must not utter words that would bring about your own death! If you were to die now, what would happen to Duke Jun? What would happen to King Chu?"

  He said this and let out a deep sigh, saying: "The humiliation that Gongzi Jingling has suffered also has a way to be resolved."

  The eldest princess heard this and was overjoyed. She hastily stepped forward, grasping the sleeve of the wise man's robe. "What plan can be used to change this?"

  The scholar looked down at the beauty of the ninth princess under the moonlight and said in a low voice, "The princess is matchlessly beautiful, even a stone man's heart would be moved. Why not tempt her more? Even if she can't be his wife, she could be the concubine of Gongzi Jingling."

  Wei Luo heard this and couldn't help but feel doubtful: Is it really like this?

  Some readers asked about the update time. Well, I don't often do three updates a day, each time is written and sent immediately, sometimes without inspiration it will be delayed for one or two hours, with inspiration it will be advanced by one or two hours. In short, it's irregular. After all, I have to update three times a day, I can't store drafts, can't publish in advance. Please forgive me. Let's see if I can get used to it after a while and write more drafts.