"Now that our Song Kingdom is the strongest nation in the world, it is only right that we should wage war against foreign powers!"

"War is wrong; it will only cause suffering to the people."

"But if the seven kingdoms are not unified, the people will suffer from the wars between them every year. Only when the seven kingdoms are unified, can the weapons of the world be collected, the written language be standardized, and the width of carts be standardized."

"If everyone resists war, then even if there are seven kingdoms, they can still live in peace!"

When Wushuang and her entourage of noble ladies arrived at the pavilion in the garden of the Lingwang Mansion.

Li Xue's elder brother, Li Lei, was arguing fiercely with Wang Shishen.

Li Lei is the main host, unifying the seven kingdoms.

This is also the thought of most people in the seven kingdoms today.

Of course, those people are not like Li Lei.

I just hope that the people can live in peace and happiness.

Wang Shishen's ideas, on the other hand, represented the views of other scholars who advocated for peace.

Wang Shishen wore a well-tailored sky-blue brocade robe, and his figure was slender and upright.

His face was pale and sickly, with bright eyebrows, starry eyes, and a high nose.

People from the Song Kingdom have prominent facial features due to their grassland bloodline.

However, Wang Shishen's facial features are much more prominent than those of the average person.

Those eyes even had a hint of blue.

Such a face can indeed be described as that of an extremely handsome man.

As for Li Lei, he was dressed in riding attire, clearly galloping on horseback outside the Lingwang Mansion.

Despite his dark riding attire, he somehow exuded an air of elegance.

Wushuang has never been interested in these matters between men.

But she was the one who hosted this banquet for noble ladies.

At this point, it was naturally her turn to speak.

She calmed down after the frustration she had felt because of Hua Rong.

He stepped into the pavilion and curtsied, saying, "Greetings to His Highness the Third Prince, His Highness the Seventh Prince, and all the gentlemen. I wonder if I have disturbed you all?"

"Wushuang, you've arrived! Of course, you didn't disturb us."

The one who spoke was Song An, the heir of the Ling Prince's Mansion.

Wushuang's arrival was a lifesaver for them!

They were having a nice chat when they suddenly started talking about world affairs.

On this matter, Li Lei and Wang Shishen each held their own opinions.

It's normal to have different political views.

But if two hot-blooded men were to do that, they would probably have to resort to fists.

The two of them had already started arguing, if it weren't for their sense of decorum as members of a distinguished family.

These two are definitely going to make a fool of themselves in front of these ladies today.

He was also the heir of the Ling Prince's Mansion and the one who organized this gathering.

If Li Lei and Wang Shishen lose face, he will also lose face.

Moreover, it's hard to guarantee that these two won't take their anger out on him later.

Song An was also a handsome young man, but he was naturally inferior to Wang Shishen.

At this moment, he saw the noble ladies behind Wushuang.

They quickly invited them to sit down.

Of course, I'm not sitting in this pavilion.

Before the noble ladies arrived, he ordered a banquet to be set up in the garden.

Unlike before when they sat in the flower hall, now men and women sit facing each other.

There was no screen in between.

In the State of Song, although there were still strict rules of separation between men and women, it did not mean that they could not meet.

After the noble ladies appeared, Jin Ming looked around.

However, he did not see the person he wanted to see.

Jin Ming naturally had no interest in Hua Rong.

She was simply curious about how this person had gained Yuan Yang's trust.

Sitting next to him was the Seventh Prince, Song Ziyu.

As a prince, Song Ziyu naturally wanted to become the next crown prince.

Although he was not the legitimate son, the current empress also had no sons.

Moreover, he is deeply loved by the current emperor and is the most likely to inherit the throne!

Therefore, the emperor sitting on the throne now is just a puppet.

However, Song Ziyu believed that the situation would be completely different once he ascended the throne.

He is able to keep power in his own hands.

Of course, to succeed, one must cultivate one's own strength.

Jin Ming was also someone he had his eye on.

Song Ziyu wore a black, tight-fitting long robe, and his long black hair, tied up high, exuded a faint air of arrogance.

His brows exuded a heroic spirit, yet his eyes held a cold, icy glint.

This contrasts sharply with Jin Ming's crescent-white brocade robe, creating two extremes.

It's as if they were born to be on opposite sides.

"Does Lord Jin wish to meet a certain noble lady? Let Ziyu guess. Is it Miss Yuansun, who has only been back in Song for a few days?"

Jin Ming did not refute these words.

His gaze was indifferent, and his tone was equally detached. "Indeed, I heard that Miss Yuan Sun attended a banquet at the Ling Prince's residence today. I find it rather strange that I haven't seen her yet."

"Furthermore, when I escorted Miss Yuan back to her residence last time, I was unaware of her identity. I was quite offended and would like to apologize to her in person today."

Upon hearing this, Song Ziyu simply smiled and said nothing more.

He could tell that Jin Ming didn't like him at this moment.

He looked away and met Cong Huan's gaze.

Instantly, his previously cold gaze softened considerably.

Cong Huan blushed, but couldn't bear to look away.

Seeing her like this, Song Ziyu felt a little itchy inside.

I recalled the thrill of sneaking into Cong Huan's boudoir in the middle of the night and making love with her.

He gave Cong Huan a look and then stood up.

He excused himself to change his clothes and left the table.

After she left, Cong Huan and Zheng Yue also got up and left at the same time.

While you eat the pastries at the table, you observe these people with a cold eye.

Li Lei, who was standing next to her, squatted obediently, waiting for Li Xue to feed him.

He, who had just been arguing fiercely with Wang Shishen, was now behaving very obediently.

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