Although she spoke softly, it was loud enough for everyone sitting next to Lu Zhaolin to hear clearly.
Lu Zhaolin remained unmoved, his eyes gradually narrowing into a straight line.
"What?" Wei Ran chuckled lightly, "Is the top scholar not giving us any face at all, or does the Yuan Kingdom not welcome our Ning Kingdom? I just wanted to have a drink with the top scholar, but he wouldn't even agree."
Lu Zhaolin remained motionless, but the color in his eyes deepened.
"Lord Lu, this..." Prime Minister Meng seemed to sense something was amiss and gently nudged him under the table, kindly reminding him.
"It seems this top scholar doesn't want to give Princess Ningguo any face!" Wei Ziyi chuckled and stood up from the side. He leaned down and whispered in Lu Zhaolin's ear, "I heard that the top scholar almost died tragically before, but he has now escaped by luck. I advise you not to be ungrateful."
This time.
Lu Zhaolin finally reacted. He turned his head to look at Wei Ziyi, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever: "I have heard that Prince Ning has used some witchcraft and sorcery to control some martial arts masters to help him achieve his hegemony for many years. Is this true?"
Lu Zhaolin spoke softly, in a tone that only the two of them could hear.
Even so.
This caused Wei Ziyi's face to instantly fall: "What do you mean?"
“Since the Crown Prince is far away in Ning Kingdom and does not know about the affairs of our Yuan Kingdom, just as I am far away in Yuan Kingdom and all I know about Ning Kingdom is hearsay.” Lu Zhaolin smiled slightly: “I have not listened to these unfounded rumors from the outside world. I think that as the Crown Prince of Ning Kingdom, you will naturally be the Emperor of Ning Kingdom in the near future, and you certainly will not believe those rumors.”
Wei Ziyi paused heavily in his hand, which was holding the wine glass.
He stared at Lu Zhaolin for a long while, his face ashen, before a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
When Wei Ziyi's gaze fell on Lu Zhaolin again, his eyes held a hint of intriguing scrutiny.
Lu Zhaolin felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in this place.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching him, then quietly left the main hall.
He stepped back into officialdom.
He still wasn't quite used to this smoky, chaotic place.
But if he wants to get back everything he has lost, he has no choice but to get involved in all of this.
This sense of contradiction made him feel suffocated and unable to breathe.
Lu Zhaolin took a deep breath.
Someone gently patted my back or shoulder.
That feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness.
Even before he turned around, he already guessed who was standing behind him: "Chang An, is this really how it has to be?"
Wei Ran lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, then walked around to face him from his side.
She slowly raised her chin, meeting Lu Zhaolin's complicated gaze: "How could the top scholar know it was me?"
"So, you admit that you are not a princess of Ningguo, nor Wei Ran, but Princess Chang'an of Yuanguo, who staged the 'switcheroo' on the road to a marriage alliance." Lu Zhaolin lowered his eyes, looking at her with a firm gaze.
Wei Ran felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at.
For some reason, she felt a little afraid to look the man in front of her in the eye.
She looked to the side with an unnatural expression: "The Chang'an of the past is dead. The one standing in front of you now is Wei Ran, the noble sixth princess of Ning Kingdom."
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