Chapter 86: Mutual Dependence in Public?

  The eldest princess's breathing became noticeably rapid, and after a while, Wei Luo heard her voice with a hint of shyness, "May I?"

  "However."

  Wei Luo heard this and curiously stretched out her head to take a look. She found it somewhat amusing. It seemed that the charm of the Jinling young master was too strong for a young girl. This Di daughter, who had been humiliated by him in such a way, upon hearing that she could get close to him, would even be willing to become his concubine despite being a princess.

  Wei Luo shook her head as she thought about it.

  She herself also has a crush on the Duke of Jingling. But she is such a person, with emotions belonging to emotions and reason belonging to reason. The infatuation only comes from the love for good things, the excellent men who are extremely in line with her heart. This infatuation can be said to be just a prelude to love, once there is a change, even if her heart is painful, she can take back her infatuation and will not lose her principles and judgment because of it.

  Wei Luo stretched out his head, and with a swift movement, one of the swordsmen beside the Crown Prince turned around and stared straight at him. His gaze was as sharp as electricity, startling Wei Luo into immediately shrinking back.

  The swordsman's movement startled several people, and they heard the scholar ask: "What's going on?"

  The swordsman hesitated for a moment before responding: "Nothing."

  Wei Luo let out a breath and saw that another group of people had started to persuade the Crown Princess, so she quietly retreated. In this situation, even if she was caught by the swordmaster, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it would still be hard to explain. She had seen enough excitement for now, so she decided to head back.

  When Wei Luo walked out of the corridor and returned to the grass by the lake, two swordsmen hastily approached her. Under the moonlight, they took big strides towards Wei Luo, and as soon as she looked up, she recognized that these two were from Jingling Fu.

  As expected, someone has been keeping an eye on his movements all along.

  Weiluo was a bit downhearted. Although she is now nominally a guest of the Jinling Mansion and cannot easily leave, she still held on to a glimmer of hope.

  Two swordsmen appeared before her, about five meters away, and with hands clasped together, the man in front said: "Wei Luo, Young Master orders you to return to the banquet."

  Wei Luo's mouth twitched slightly.

  She couldn't help but raise her head and glare at the two of them, saying in a low tone: "You're staring really hard!"

  The two swordsmen exchanged a glance but didn't respond to her words.

  Under the watchful eyes of the two, Wei Luo had no choice but to walk step by step towards the banquet. When she entered the grand hall, those two finally turned around and left.

  The great hall was very lively.

  Everyone was now drunk and full, at the height of revelry. Amidst the enchanting music, many nobles were already embracing the women and young boys on their knees, kissing them intimately. Under the light of countless lanterns, many people in the hall had already undone half of their clothes, exposing their ugly side.

  Wei Luo just glanced at him and her little face turned red with shyness.

  She lowered her head and, amidst the snickering and whispering of the crowd, made her way to her seat at the corner of the hall. She had just knelt down when a scholar in the front row spoke up, "Wei Luo, the young master is calling for you."

  With a rustling sound, Wei Luo lifted her head up.

  She took a glance at the wise man who was speaking and then looked towards the Prince of Jingling who was sitting in the most honored position.

  It was as if he felt Weiruo's gaze, and the gentle and slow-drinking Jinling Gongzi lazily raised his head. His black eyes, like those of a child at midnight, fixed on Weiruo's eyes, and his lips curled up into a smile.

  As soon as he smiled, Wei Luo's hair stood on end.

  Jingling Gongzi raised his eyes to hers, his dark jade eyes narrowing warily as he lazily lifted the wine jug in his hand and swirled it at Wei Luo.

  Wei Luo's eyes widened even more.

  At this time, a scholar on the front row farthest to the left turned around and frowned at her, saying: "Wei Luo, the young master is summoning you, why are you hesitating?"

  Wei Luo's face jumped violently twice.

  She blinked her eyes, pursed her pale small mouth, and turned to the scholar with a pretended puzzled expression, saying: "The young master has not spoken, how did you know?"

  The scholar's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, the vertical line between his eyebrows wrinkled all the way to his nose. He let out a low hum and coldly shouted: "How foolish can you be?"

  How stupid can you be?

  Wei Luo's face twitched again, she wanted to laugh a couple of times, but when she raised her eyes, she met gazes that were somewhat impatient from all directions. At this point, she could no longer delay.

  Wei Luo lowered her head and slowly stood up, then she walked to the corner of the hall and slowly moved forward.

  The grand hall was still bustling with noise, exceptionally lively. The women and children on everyone's knees were still smiling and laughing continuously, their breathing fine. As the fragrance grew thicker and more intense, Wei Luo's lips were bitten so hard that they left teeth marks.

  She walked very slowly, at this moment, it seemed that no one noticed her speed. However, when Wei Luo thought of stopping to catch her breath or rest for a while, the deep and piercing gaze from the master's seat would press upon her, making her afraid that he couldn't hold back his temper and scold loudly, so she had to start walking forward again.

  This stretch of road is less than 50 meters long, but Wei Luo walked for almost a minute.

  When she arrived at the first row of seats, the young master of Jingling slightly turned his body, half leaning on the seat, lazily patted the side and said lightly: "Prepare another seat!"

  "Yes."

  Among the two clear responses, a new couch was placed next to Gongzi of Jinling. The new couch was tightly connected to Gongzi's couch. Wei Luo stared blankly at the newly added couch, discovering that if she sat on it, she would accidentally stick to Gongzi's body.

  Wei Luo's little face scrunched up into a ball.

  The rustling of clothes inside the hall, the sound of kissing, the sound of wine being poured, and the teasing voices grew louder and more intense. The cries of "beautiful woman" were incessant. These sounds intertwined to create a thick and seductive atmosphere that made Wei Luo's face flush all the way to her ear tips, down to her neck, and even to the tip of her heart!

  At this moment, Wei Luo found that her heartbeat was rapid again, 'thump thump thump' one after another, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.

  Weiduo walked so slowly, almost comparable to a snail. Jingling Gongzi didn't urge him either. He sipped his drink slowly while narrowing his eyes to appreciate Weiduo's every move.

  According to common sense, as long as Hanling Gongzi didn't urge him, Wei Luo would have been able to walk this section of the road until tomorrow. Unfortunately, what kind of identity was Jinling Gongzi? His actions had already caught the attention of the noble people who were seeking pleasure. At this moment, pair after pair of eyes turned towards Wei Luo, and when they saw his movements, the crowd of nobles became curious. As a result, their focused gazes grew more and more numerous, stronger and stronger, like a net that trapped Wei Luo until he couldn't breathe.

  Finally, Wei Luo gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, took a step forward with one foot raised high, and took an ant-sized step - still in place.

  The Duke of Jingling saw this, his mouth twitching violently. He hastily raised his left sleeve to cover his face and downed the wine he had been sipping on for half a day in one gulp.

  As more and more eyes began to focus on Wei Luo, she took a deep breath, her teeth clenched tightly, her sleeves fluttered, her chin lifted, and finally, with an air of majesty, she stepped out five steps and arrived at the side of Prince Jing.

  Then, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth again, and sat down heavily on the empty stool. With a loud "thud", her kneeling posture was too fierce, and it even made the floor feel sore!