Chapter 101: Facing Jingling Gongzi

  Wei Luo stepped up onto the stairs.

  She lowered her head, with the two maidservants following behind her. The two swordsmen who had accompanied her stood outside the door and did not enter.

  The study of the Duke of Jingling is like a small palace, with many rooms inside, all made of wood, and each room door is separated by a silk curtain. The high dome can hold dozens to hundreds of people's large room, and its layout is similar to his bedroom.

  When Wei Luo arrived at the side room door, Prince Jingling was kneeling on the main seat in the study, with a few tables in front of him piled high with thick stacks of bamboo slips. He was lowering his head and writing with a rustling sound.

  Behind him, there were only two maidservants and two scholars. The two scholars each sat at a desk, also writing on bamboo slips with scratching sounds. The entire study was filled with an air of quietness. If Wei Luo hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to believe that he had executed several people just a moment ago.

  After Wei Luo and the other two entered, the swordsman guarding the study door suddenly shouted: "Where is Wei Luo?"

  Wei Luo took a step forward and replied loudly with his hands clasped together: "Wei Luo is here!"

  The swordsman's eyes shifted and caught sight of her, and he was suddenly stunned into silence.

  Jingling Gongzi returned from the battlefield, and in just four or five days, he made the name of Wei Luo's child known to everyone in the mansion. As for such a close minister, everyone had seen Wei Luo.

  The swordsman was speechless.

  He hesitated for a moment before asking again in a dry tone: "Where is Wei Luo?"

  "Wei Luo takes another half step forward, and with both hands clasped together, he responds loudly: 'Wei Luo is here.'"

  Under Weilo's internal control, her voice didn't change in the slightest, still being clear and slightly husky, a neutral tone. At this time, it was even more impossible for her voice to change.

  The swordsman stared straight at Wei Luo, for a long time, not knowing how to report back to the Marquis of Pingling. However, their conversation was heard clearly by the people in the room.

  Jingling Gongzi's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and without lifting his head, he said: "Let Wei Luo come in."

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo responded with a sound and strode into the study.

  She had just walked in when the two swordsmen who had escorted her also entered the side room, standing behind the two maids and waiting for the Duke of Jingling to summon them at any time.

  Wei Luo walked lightly to the front of Jingling Gongzi, stopping five steps away from him. She clasped her hands together and said loudly, "Wei Luo has seen the young master."

  Jingling Gongzi quietly held his pen and wrote a word. Without lifting his head, he asked: "Weiluo, do you know your crime?"

  Wei Luo fell to his knees with a thud and replied in a trembling voice: "Wei Luo knows his mistake!"

  "Ah? The young one also knows he has committed a crime? Speak, where does this crime come from?"

  Wei Luo bowed his head and trembled with fear, saying: "I am a humble person in the mansion, but I have been pretending to be loyal to you, young master. I am guilty!"

  "Oh?"

  Jingling Gongzi was slightly surprised, he slowly put down his brush, collected the bamboo slips, and thought with a headache: Wei Luo this child is too cunning, he knows me deeply, always before I make my move, he speaks frankly. This trick was so ruthless, but it didn't work on him at all.

  As he thought about it, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  Slowly, he raised his head, and his deep, midnight-like eyes stared at Wei Luo, who was kneeling at his feet.

  Looking at his dark occipital bone, the Prince of Jingling said faintly: "Come closer, lift your head."

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo responded with a sound, took two steps on her knees, then slowly lifted her head.

  At this moment, the Duke of Jingling was just pouring wine, his hand had just been raised, and he had just poured the wine close to his thin lips, ready to take a sip, when he caught sight of Wei Luo out of the corner of his eye.

  He was taken aback!

  Then he stared tightly at Wei Luo and slowly, slowly put the wine jug back on the table.

  He stared at Weiruo without blinking for a moment, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Come closer to me!"

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo responded with a sound, then took three or four more steps on her knees, bypassing several people, and knelt down beside his knee.

  "Look up!"

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo honestly raised her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and faced the scorching gaze of Jingling Gongzi.

  A slender and clean white hand stretched out.

  Then, this hand supported Weilo's chin, making her lift up her head.

  The Duke of Jingling gazed intently at this handsome face.

  He stared for a while, then shouted again: "Open your eyes!"

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo's eyes flowed like a stream as she opened her pair of ink-jade-like eyes and quietly stared at the Prince of Jingling.

  Her eyes are like jade, both clear and cold, such a pair of eyes, it is impossible for anyone else in this world to have.

  The Duke of Jingling slowly, slowly furrowed his brow. Slowly, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

  At this time, he was so close to Wei Luo that her heart began to flutter and palpitate again. She could hear his strong masculine breathing, and she had the urge to throw herself into his arms.

  However, impulse is always just an impulse, and Wei Luo has never been a person easily controlled by impulses.

  Jingling Gongzi stared at her for a while before suddenly raising his voice and shouting: "Come in!"

  At the sound of drinking, Wei Luo's face turned white as paper and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

  A swordsman with both hands clasped together responded loudly: "Yes."

  Jingling Gongzi stared at Wei Luo without blinking and ordered in a deep voice: "Summon Yao Gong."

  "Yes."

  Medicine King?

  Wei Luo's mind was racing with possibilities - could this Medicine King be a master of disguise?

  Jingling young master's eyes were fixed on her face from start to finish, never blinking. He gazed at her pale and tense small face, with his right thumb supporting her chin, he gently stroked her lower lip.

  His thumb was quite rough from years of practicing archery and swordsmanship, and this touch made Wei Luo's delicate lips feel a bit sore.

  His movements were gentle and soothing. The warm, rough caress made Weilo's heart start racing again, causing a flush to rise to her cheeks.

  Jingling Gongzi stared at her flushed face with a thoughtful expression, his fingers pressed against her lower lip. This time, his fingers pressed a bit too deep, the tip of his finger entering her mouth, touching the moistness inside. In an instant, Wei Luo trembled and he also quickly withdrew his hand.

  He actually let go of his hand!

  His action was a bit rushed, a bit messy, not what the Marquis of Jingling would do. Wei Luo slightly lowered her eyes and stared at the right hand that had been placed on his leg, feeling a subtle flutter in her heart. Yes, it was a flutter. As long as she faced him, Wei Luo's heart would skip a beat, her breathing would become disordered, and she would uncontrollably think wildly. But even though her heart had surged with countless thoughts and experienced countless flavors when facing him, this flutter was still something she had never felt before.

  A burst of footsteps sounded.

  Before long, an old man with snow-white hair and a ruddy complexion walked into the study.

  Jingling Gongzi immediately stood up when he saw the old man, took two steps forward, clasped his hands together and respectfully called out: "Jingling has seen Yao Gong."

  Facing the respectful attitude of the young master of a country, Yao Gong nodded slightly and asked directly: "What is it that you have summoned me for, young master?"

  Jingling Gongzi pointed at Wei Luo who was kneeling on the ground and said: "Please take a look, Medicine Master. Is this child's appearance true or false?"

  Yao Gong turned his eyes towards Wei Luo.

  As soon as he met Verona's excessively handsome face, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  Wei Luo's heart was racing with a loud thud, one sound after another, one beat after another, tense and urgent.

  Yao Gong stared at Wei Luo for a while before turning to Jingling Gongzi and saying, "This child is the real deal."

  As soon as these words came out, Wei Luo's tense and urgent heartbeat suddenly relaxed, she succeeded!

  As soon as these words came out, Jingling Gongzi stared at Weiluo's handsome face, which turned a bit gloomy.

  Yao Gong looked at the Duke of Jingling and saw his expression, with both hands clasped together, he said in a deep voice: "Your ambition is for the world, but you must not be infatuated with lust!"

  Yao Gong's words were spoken very naturally, but Jingling Gongzi was startled. He turned to Yao Gong and said seriously: "Your words are too much, you pity the child's talent!" He spoke seriously until here, for some reason, his heart suddenly felt a sense of disappointment for the first time in his life.

  Yes, he is a bit disappointed.

  This face of Wei Luo's is indeed handsome and beautiful. Although there is a bit of the gentle softness of a young lady, there is also the majestic grandeur of a heroic husband. This can be seen by anyone at a glance.

  All along, he had some doubts about Weiluo's gender. Every time he smelled the fragrance on her body and looked at the cunning and shyness in her eyes, he wanted to take her into his room.

  But since this face is real, whether the body under it is male or female doesn't matter. In Jingling's opinion, he can't even imagine a handsome husband's face paired with a female body.

  The scene alone made him feel a little suffocated in his chest, and this kind of thing was really not what he liked.