Before leaving the locust grove, Weng insisted on preparing a lavish feast, saying it was to apologize for the previous poor hospitality.
Song Xiwei was still somewhat annoyed with Weng.
Because Aoqian now governs the demon realm very well, and because she came here with Aoqian to relax, she was completely unguarded.
Unexpectedly, a mere set of clothes made her completely at the mercy of others.
Fortunately, her recklessness led to a secret encounter with Aoqian...
If it were someone else, Song Xiwei would probably want to die right now.
Fortunately, there's a very troublesome problem right in front of us.
Since he compromised and agreed to be Aoqian's fiancé.
Aoqian's gaze towards her was completely different from before, even somewhat blatant.
"What are you standing there for?" Aoqian asked as he watched her sit down, and she actually sat there upright, even though the chair was quite far from him.
Aoqian looked at her with a gloomy expression.
Song Xiwei looked puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"Are you just going to sit like this?" Aoqian asked her, displeased.
Song Xiwei looked puzzled. "Um, isn't the banquet about to start? Is there anything wrong with me sitting here?"
"What do you think?" Ao Qian's face looked even colder.
His facial features were resolute, exuding a chilling intensity.
These words were spoken through gritted teeth.
"I..." She was completely confused. She couldn't understand what he was saying, and she just felt that he seemed unhappy.
Upon reflection, she realized that she hadn't provoked him, nor had she broken any of the conditions she had agreed to.
So, what exactly is the source of this dissatisfaction?
Song Xiwei's expression was a mixture of doubt and helplessness.
A man's heart is deeper than the sea, and unfathomable.
Although she has been dressed as a man for so long, she still doesn't understand the intricacies of it.
The more you say, the more mistakes you'll make. We're about to leave the locust grove, so let's just finish this feast quietly for now. As for why Aoqian is unhappy, we'll ask him in private.
Seeing Weng raise her wine cup, Song Xiwei greeted her, "Weng is here to congratulate you on your ascension!"
Although it was a congratulatory message to Aoqian, Weng was actually looking at Song Xiwei and Aoqian together.
He even raised his glass to Song Xiwei at the end, his eyes filled with a meaningful look.
Song Xiwei's alcohol tolerance was actually average; she couldn't be considered a heavy drinker, but she wasn't one-cup drinker either. The liquor smelled strong, so she didn't dare to down it in one gulp and only took a small sip.
"These dishes are all specialties of Huailin. I wonder if they suit Your Majesty and Your Excellency's tastes. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality." Today, Weng was humble and courteous in every way, leaving no room for criticism.
Song Xiwei felt it was best not to dwell on the matter.
After all, Aoqian didn't seem inclined to pursue the matter further.
But Aoqian's expression was still clearly not good.
He hasn't drunk that glass of wine yet, nor has he shown any intention of picking up his chopsticks.
Song Xiwei was surprised. It was Aoqian who had agreed to have this meal, so why was he reacting like this now?
She was completely baffled, and after Aoqian's actions, she lost interest in the delicious food on the table.
He could only tilt his head and ask Aoqian, "Your Majesty, if you really have no appetite, shall we leave?"
Upon hearing this, Ao Qian's expression did not soften; instead, it became even more unpleasant. He looked coldly at Song Xiwei and suddenly asked her resentfully, "Are you a block of wood?"
"Huh?" Why did you say someone was a block of wood?
She didn't offend him.
"Did you see the one next to Weng?" Aoqian gritted his teeth and gave Song Xi a subtle hint.
He was thinking to himself, "What the hell did he like? He's so stupid, so slow-witted. Is he just not interested, or is he really clueless?"
Aoqian felt that his heart had never been so tired.
Upon hearing this, Song Xiwei looked at the person next to Weng.
The man was dressed in the same color as Weng, and it was clear that the clothes were custom-made. The two of them looked at each other and played music in harmony. Although there were other men of all kinds serving Weng on the other side, only the man dressed in the same color of fine clothes fed Weng food and served her wine, which Weng drank.
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