Chapter 107: Veiruo's Quick Wit

  Wei Luo furrowed her brow and followed him with a dejected expression. As they walked, her eyes suddenly rolled around rapidly.

  Then, she saw her joyful face, hastily walking in front of the guest, and said with a salute: "Following the young master's order, take your sword!"

  The swordsman was taken aback.

  All the swordsmen were taken aback.

  The man walking ahead in big strides, the Duke of Jinling, also paused. He slowly turned his head, narrowed his eyes to size up Wei Luo's confident demeanor, and after a moment, nodded and said: "Give her the sword."

  The swordsman responded with a sound, took off his sword and handed it over to Wei Luo along with its scabbard.

  Wei Luo held the copper sword in both hands and walked quickly to stand beside Prince Jing of Jin.

  When he was about to step out of the door, Wei Luo suddenly stumbled and walked ahead of Jingling Gongzi.

  Then, amidst the astonishment of several men, Wei Luo calmly walked out of the gate with a sword in hand.

  The noble ladies were giggling and craning their necks in anticipation. When they saw someone coming out of the mansion, their laughter suddenly grew louder. As soon as Wei Luo appeared, they first showed a joyful expression, but then seeing her with a cold face and holding a sword, they were stunned.

  At this time, the son of Jingling also stepped out of the gate.

  Just as he stepped out of the gate, the women cheered loudly, when Wei Luo suddenly drew out a cold sword with a yellow gleam!

  The copper sword was cold and icy in the sunlight, sending a chill down one's spine. Suddenly, the cheers stopped abruptly.

  Jingling Gongzi walked out slowly.

  He turned his head to stare at Wei Luo, with a mixture of confusion and satisfaction in his eyes. This man was used to being serious, and he really didn't dare imagine the scene where all the women rushed up like crazy, only without stripping him naked in public. These noblewomen were bold and unrestrained, and they knew that on such a festive day, he wouldn't dare do anything to them. Therefore, even if he was putting pressure on them, there would still be a few brave ones who wouldn't back down. In the end, he would be left helpless.

  It can be said that every year on this day is his most painful day. Everything will lose control, and he will be forced to be at a loss, embarrassed and helpless.

  The noble lady saw a cold, aristocratic face, as emotionless as a thousand-year-old jade stone. She drew out a bright yellow sword to block the way of the Jinling young master. At first, he was taken aback, then a seductive woman's voice came, "Weiluo, on such a beautiful day, why are you so ruthless?"

  It's Otsu.

  She said, jumping down from the carriage and swaying her hips as she walked towards Wei Luo and Prince Jing. The other noblewomen saw her jump down and immediately followed suit, getting off their carriages and gathering around them.

  Wei Luo's face was expressionless.

  She was five steps away from the two when she suddenly pointed her long sword at Yīnghuā's throat with a cold and stern expression. Her movements were so fast, her eyes were icy cold to the bone. At this moment, Yīnghuā let out a sharp cry! She hastily jumped two steps to one side. This jump caused several timid noblewomen to also fall to the side, instantly knocking over several people.

  The screams of the noblewomen merged into a chaotic mess as they fell and collided with each other.

  At this time, a noble lady shouted loudly: "Wei Luo, you little thief, are you trying to stab him with your sword?"

  As soon as the noblewoman's voice fell, more than a dozen discordant shouts and cries rose up at once. Some of the noblewomen had already become so angry that their pretty faces were flushed bright red.

  Jingling Gongzi stood expressionlessly behind Wei Luo, quietly watching her.

  Wei Luo swung his long sword, drawing a bright yellow circle in the air, and coldly said: "I've heard that an assassin is approaching, I'm ordered to protect the young master. You'd best retreat five steps back, otherwise, don't blame Wei Luo's sword for being blind!"

  Is there an assassin coming to kill Prince Jīng Líng?

  The noble ladies present all changed color on their faces, and those delicate, joyful, expectant, and deliberately fawning expressions were all retracted.

  The several swordsmen behind the Prince of Jingling simultaneously furrowed their brows and nervously looked around. People in this era generally don't lie, they heard Wei Luo say it so smoothly, they thought it was true.

  Only Jingling Gongzi knew that Wei Luo was talking nonsense.

  He quietly stared at Wei Luo, but he didn't plan on punishing her for her nonsense at this time.

  So, amidst everyone's tension, Jingling Gongzi and Wei Luo slowly walked towards their carriage.

  They had just taken a few steps when the swordsman was the first to react. He lowered his head, clasped his hands together and said loudly: "A gentleman does not stay in a dangerous hall! Young master, the assassin's affair is of great importance, please return to the mansion——"

  Jingling Gongzi slowly raised his head, he glanced at Wei Luo, after a while, and said faintly: "Good."

  Having said that, he turned his body and walked back to the mansion with big strides.

  The crowd of swordsmen simultaneously let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed. Wei Luo also hastened his pace to follow.

  As soon as the gate of the mansion creaked shut, the disappointed sighs and murmurs of the noblewomen came pouring in.

  The Duke of Jingling walked away with a calm face and slow steps.

  Weiduo's face sank, and he slowly sheathed his sword.

  Upon arriving outside the main hall, the Prince of Jingling said calmly: "You all retreat, Wei Luo stays behind."

  Having arrived here, there were already tens of steps with a sword guest, and it was very safe. The crowd of sword guests hurriedly responded. Wei Luo stretched out his hand to return the sword to its original owner.

  The Prince of Jingling stepped into the inner courtyard, with Wei Luo following behind him with her head lowered and slow steps. Amidst the maids' greetings, the Prince of Jingling walked directly to the grassy area by the lake. As soon as he stopped, the maids hurriedly set up tables, chairs, prepared wine and food, lit incense, and waved fans.

  After Deng Weiluo sat down on the opposite couch, Prince Jingling waved his hand and the women hastily bowed their heads and retreated.

  After everyone left, Jingling Gongzi stared at Wei Luo and slowly opened his mouth, "How dare you! Wei Luo, are you in the habit of speaking nonsense?"

  He asked, Wei Luo, have you gotten used to lying?

  It is a serious accusation for a superior to say such things to an inferior.

  Wei Luo lowered her eyes.

  She smiled faintly and clasped her hands, saying: "I beg to differ with you, sir. I think that for a king, there should be both noble and humble ministers by his side."

  Jingling Gongzi was taken aback.

  He raised his head and looked at Wei Luo seriously. After a while, he leaned forward slowly and asked: "Is there anything to say?"

  Wei Luo raised a pair of bright, dark eyes and said seriously: "A king has to deal with countless matters every day, it's impossible to do everything personally. At this time, he needs someone to assist him."

  She paused for a moment, emphasizing her tone, "Organizing documents and managing the people is indeed suitable for a gentleman's minister. This is because they are straightforward and lack cunning. However, when it comes to interactions between nations, using spies, or handling unexpected events, it is more suitable to use a petty person's minister."

  In Jingling's contemplation, Wei Luo said word by word: "As the saying goes, water is clear but has no fish. The harm caused by a treacherous minister has a hundred ways to manifest, but if you use his harm on your enemy, wouldn't that be greatly beneficial?"

  Jingling Gongzi raised his head and stared quietly at Wei Luo for a while before curling up the corners of his lips and saying, "Yes."

  Wei Luo felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

  He leaned forward slightly, his breath drawing near Wei Luo, causing her small face to start blushing, her almond-shaped eyes casting down, and her long eyelashes batting rapidly. Then, in a low voice, he asked: "You, Wei Luo, are you a minister of a petty person or a minister of a noble person?"

  "Wei Luo lowered his head and replied with his hands clasped together: 'Wei Luo is the sword of the young master, if the young master wants Wei Luo to be straight, then Wei Luo will be straight; if he wants Wei Luo to be curved, then Wei Luo will be curved!'"

  This answer came out, and the son of Jingling burst into loud laughter. His clear laughter startled the maidservants to look over frequently.

  Amidst the loud laughter, he shook his head and said helplessly: "You little scamp, what a sharp tongue you have!"

  When the young master of Jingling burst out laughing, Wei Luo suddenly stretched her head, blinked her big eyes and leaned close to him, saying happily: "The young master doesn't want to be teased by women, so Luo will borrow an assassin to reject them. However, on a sunny spring day, with beauties everywhere, why not disguise yourself and go out, wearing a bamboo hat to cover your face, and have fun in the countryside? If you meet a virtuous scholar or elegant guest, you can also invite them."

  Jingling Gongzi's smile was still on his face, and when he saw the happy and almost flattering little face of Shang Wei Luo, he couldn't help but be stunned.