Chapter 90: The Deputy Internal Affairs

  Only Wei Luo noticed that the words were unusual. The sentence "If you deceive me, your crime will not be forgiven!" was a severe warning and also a kind of threat!

  Wei Luo's forehead was stuck to the floor, cold sweat dripping down, as if she had deceived Jing Ling too many times, so much that both of them knew it in their hearts.

  In the midst of everyone's clamor, the Prince of Jingling sat down calmly, staring at Wei Luo's small black head. After a while, he waved his hand and said faintly, "Withdraw."

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo got up, bowed her head and retreated two steps before turning around to walk towards the seat. Her every move was extremely respectful and honest, causing the nobles who saw her to unintentionally shift their gaze away from her: just a timid little girl!

  Wei Luo returned to her seat, and as soon as she knelt down, the young scholar in front of her turned his head to look at her. He stared at her for a while, then sighed: "Can't be a jester by imperial decree? Alas, a true man is indeed a true man, but the road ahead is difficult."

  Instead, a dark and thin old man in a hemp robe looked at her with appreciation and said in a hoarse voice: "Achieving wealth and honor should be as easy as taking something from one's pocket! Good!"

  Wei Luo forced a smile onto her face as she greeted the two of them.

  Around her, there were many talented scholars and swordsmen who looked at her with admiration. Many of these gazes were filled with praise, especially from some of the scholars, who would even smile and nod in approval when looking at her.

  Among them, a tall and fat swordsman also nodded to her and smiled with yellow teeth: "Good son has good father! In the end, there is one less treacherous descendant. Good!"

  As soon as these words came out, Wei Luo's barely maintained smile could no longer be sustained.

  During this time, Wei Luo kept her head down, honestly keeping still without moving.

  The music floated and the fragrance was soft and alluring, and the noble guests were clearly in high spirits. However, after exchanging pleasantries with the crowd for a while, Young Master Jingling announced that the banquet was dismissed.

  When the wealthy guests left their seats, they took the virgin boys and girls they fancied back with them to continue the revelry.

  On her way back, Wei Luo was no longer Gongzi Jingling's personal attendant, so she didn't have the qualifications to sit in his carriage. Of course, she also didn't want to.

  Those who came with Jingling were all first-class gentlemen, and there was no place for Wei Luo in their carriages.

  Finally, Wei Luo herself asked to sit on the driver's side.

  Sitting in this spacious place, breathing the fresh air outside, Wei Luo's heart gradually opened up. She narrowed her eyes and gazed at the bright moon in the sky, thinking happily: No matter what, she could finally have a good night's sleep tonight.

  The creaking of the carriage wheels, in the flickering light of the burning torches, Wei Luo smiled for a moment and involuntarily raised her head to look at the horse-drawn carriage driving ahead, which belonged to the Duke of Jingling.

  As she looked on, her smile slowly faded away.

  Before long, the convoy returned to Jingling Mansion. Wei Luo found a steward and told him about her new appointment. The steward then arranged for her to stay in a small suite of rooms in the third-rate guest quarters. The suite had seven or eight rooms, including a bathroom and a kitchen, although the kitchen was empty and didn't even have any ceramic tiles.

  She is now the vice inner servant appointed by Gongzi Jingle personally, so in her boudoir, not only are there two maidservants, but she has also been assigned to manage the work of the slaves.

  That is to say, all the slaves and servants in the third-class guest area can be controlled by Wei Luo now, even though there were already people managing them before.

  After everything was settled, Wei Luo sent the two maids away and washed up before lying down on the bed.

  She originally thought she would fall asleep as soon as she lay down, but she couldn't sleep at all.

  That night, she understood many things. Most importantly, she understood the origin of her past life's feud with Gongzi Jingling.

  At the thought of this, she shuddered. Previously, she had been optimistic, always comforting herself by saying that the Duke of Jingling was different towards her, perhaps it was just her own imagination, and maybe he wouldn't kill her even if he knew her true identity. Besides, in these three years, she had changed a lot, and he and his people probably wouldn't remember a little maid who should have been dead.

  However, after tonight, she couldn't be so optimistic anymore. Moreover, the Crown Princess appeared, and it's possible that she and the people around her would recognize herself.

  He covered his chest with his hand, Wei Luo turned his head to the side and looked out the window at the bright moon. The bright moon was full and round, floating clouds were tangled together. Wei Luo couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

  It's nothing special for her.

  When she sees an excellent and likable person of the opposite sex, whether in past life or present life, she has been moved many times.

  But this heart movement, is only faint, hidden, and contains emotions with expectation and shyness. However, once she turns around and leaves for a few days, this originally faint heart movement will be thrown to the back of her mind.

  But this time is different, really different.

  Before today, she had a certain longing and a certain dream in this strongest heartbeat of her life.

  After learning about the cause of the two people's feud today, her heart began to chill, but she still couldn't control herself from yearning and dreaming.

  A girl's feelings are always poetic.

  After thinking wildly for a while, Wei Luo suddenly sat up straight.

  In the silver light pouring in from the silk window, Wei Luo's eyes were wide open: No! His last sentence was very unusual! I want to think about it, I'll think carefully again!

  In the faint silver light, her apricot-shaped eyes slowly narrowed.

  No matter how excited she is, she has to prepare for the worst! She must think of a countermeasure for every possible change in the future!

  She thought for a moment, and her mind began to feel dizzy, and she was a little dazed. Wei Luo jumped down from the couch, pulled out a wooden sword from his sleeve, and started practicing in the faint moonlight.

  Only the sword can bring her peace of mind. Unfortunately, she never had a chance to know how strong she was.

  In the depths of her mind, swordsmanship was Wei Luo's last resort to escape, so she had never thought of exchanging blows with the swordsmen under Prince Jingyang. She didn't want to completely reveal her last trump card.

  A faint wind howled for a night, and it wasn't until nearly dawn that Wei Luo finally fell asleep with her clothes on.

  Weiluo is now a manager-level figure in the mansion and has some power. Although this kind of power is only valued by slaves, Weiluo still gained a lot of freedom.

  At breakfast time, it was a bowl of millet porridge accompanied by a bowl of green beans, with oil on top of the green beans, shining brightly. Then every month, he could also get a piece of mutton. Wei Luo's current life has undergone a fundamental improvement compared to before.

  After having breakfast, she went out for a trip and found the original manager to tell him everything was normal and didn't need to pay attention to herself. Then she returned to her room again.

  She had to think of a way out quickly, even if she couldn't think of one for the time being, practicing her sword would calm her mind. For some reason, the last sentence that Prince Jingling said last night, "If you deceive me, there will be no forgiveness," kept echoing in her mind, echoing again and again.

  I wish I could get out of here!

  Since last night, this idea has been filling Weiruo's mind.

  After practicing sword for a while, Wei Luo started to take steps out. Now practicing sword can't save her from the urgent situation, she has to start trying interpersonal relationships, maybe she can find a way to escape from them.

  Let's just pretend that the previous post didn't exist. Because when I write, I do so freely and at will, not necessarily following what I said earlier. That post was restrictive to my thoughts, so I deleted it.

  After deleting it, I feel relieved again. Alas, I always do this, the outline is just an empty framework, and today's ideas are overturned tomorrow.

  I generally don't like to leave messages in books, because when I write, my thoughts flow freely and the words come out smoothly - everyone should feel that my writing is particularly smooth. The text that comes out this way usually carries a certain emotion and won't satisfy everyone. Since I started writing, I've found that every time I try to explain what's above, I end up getting more and more confused.

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