Nangong Mengli's plan was to gamble, betting that her luck was good enough and her body could support her escape.
Sumu rejected her plan and proposed a better one.
The two men and women who were ready to kill the imperial nobles were talking calmly while holding glasses of red wine, and occasionally chatting about some interesting things that happened in Star City. No one could tell that such crazy ideas were hidden under their calm and elegant appearance.
"Susu, do you know that during the time you disappeared, Yang Dongqing went to look for you a lot? Although he said that death would be better and that he would kill himself sooner or later, he was very concerned about your news. He should have looked for you in the few days since you came back, right?"
Nangong Mengli seemed to have thought of Yang Dongqing's awkward expression, with a faint smile on her lips.
Su Mu nodded: "I have looked for him. He said something like good people don't live long, but evil people will last for thousands of years. He knew that I would definitely not die, so he took the next month's salary in advance and left."
Phew...
Nangong Mengli couldn't help laughing: "He also asked me for an advance on his salary, saying that he wanted to buy clothes for his girlfriend. I really don't know how many clothes he wants to buy."
Su Mu shrugged: "This guy said he bought clothes to apologize, but I guess he has bad intentions."
"Oh? What bad intentions do you have?" Nangong Mengli moved closer, smiling.
Su Mu did not answer this obvious question. With Yang Dongqing's brain, what other intentions could he have? He just saw that the clothes in Shangcheng District were gorgeous and sexy, so he planned to put them on Jasmine and then rush to Shangcheng District at night.
While the two were chatting and laughing, on the other side of the banquet, Qian Zihao's eyes were almost spitting fire. He stared at Su Mu and Nangong Mengli, unable to suppress the jealousy and anger in his heart.
"You damned bitch! Just wait, after tonight you'll be mine completely! Damn it, why hasn't that old man Murong Zhuo come yet? The banquet will start in half an hour, hurry up and announce the engagement!"
Perhaps Qian Zihao's curse worked, and the protagonist of the banquet, Murong Zhuo, the head of the Murong family, finally appeared.
When he appeared, the originally lively banquet hall was instantly paused. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the old man at the entrance.
He was wearing a dark-colored suit made of fine fabric, with delicate embroidery outlining ancient patterns. His silver hair was neatly combed and slightly pulled back, revealing a slightly wrinkled forehead. His eyes were deep, like an abyss of lake water, and his lips were tightly pursed, making him look intimidating without being angry.
Beside him, there were two men and one woman, all of whom were equally extraordinary in bearing. They were Murong Zhuo's three children, surrounding him as they entered the hall.
"Meet Master Murong."
"It's been a long time since we last met. Patriarch Murong is still in high spirits."
A group of people hurried forward and greeted him with all their life's enthusiasm, not asking for anything else but to become familiar with his face.
Murong Zhuo is the greatest noble in Star City and a Silver Level 3 transcendent. His status is extremely honorable. It is no exaggeration to say that Star City is a place where he has the final say.
However, Murong Zhuo seemed to be in a bad mood today. Facing the enthusiasm of the crowd, he kept frowning and just nodded perfunctorily.
The guests also decided to stop while they were ahead and no one dared to bring bad luck.
Why was Murong Zhuo in a bad mood? It was no secret in the Upper City circle. It was simply because of the Golden Eye. Without the Golden Eye, he had been unable to break through to the Golden Realm. In addition, when he was young, he was greedy for success and reckless, and abused extraordinary potions, which led to a serious physical deficiency. His end was approaching, and no one would be in a good mood under such circumstances.
Soon, Murong Zhuo's three children were enthusiastically surrounded by the crowd. Their idea was simple: Murong Zhuo would be finished sooner or later, so naturally they had to increase their efforts to win over the children who might become heirs. Among them, the eldest son Murong Yun had the most people around him.
With the arrival of Murong Zhuo, the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax. The guests became more enthusiastic and the pianist changed the music to a cheerful piano piece.
Gradually, men and women began to dance in the center of the dance floor, and there were stars singing. Everyone toasted each other and took turns to celebrate Murong Zhuo's birthday.
In comparison, Nangong Mengli's place was very deserted, as if she had been abandoned by the world. Everyone knew that Murong Zhuo did not like this illegitimate daughter. Except for some people at the bottom of the banquet who wanted to try their luck, almost no one came to see Nangong Mengli.
At this time, Qian Zihao could no longer sit still. Seeing that the banquet was halfway through, but Murong Laodeng had no intention of speaking and just sat there frowning, he stood up in anger, dragged his fat body and walked to Murong Zhuo with a glass of wine.
"Uncle, your nephew Qian Zihao wishes you a long life and a happy family." Qian Zihao's voice was loud and his face was full of smiles, which immediately caught Murong Zhuo's attention.
Murong Zhuo raised his eyes to look at the fat man in front of him, frowned slightly, and seemed a little displeased.
At this time, Qian Zihao hurriedly said, "To celebrate your birthday, I would like to offer you a mithril mine in the west of the city. I hope you will accept it."
As soon as these words came out, there were exclamations from all around. A gift of Mithril Mine! ? What a big deal! In order to please Murong Zhuo, the birthday gifts they prepared were naturally very valuable. However, no matter how valuable the things were, they were nothing compared to the Mithril Mine.
Some people who knew the inside information were secretly shocked. Although the output of the mithril mine in the west of the city was very low, it was still a mithril mine and was priceless. Qian Zihao really spent a lot of money to marry Murong Mengli.
When Murong Zhuo heard the word "mithril mine", his brows relaxed. The old nobleman did not show any surprise on his face, but was very calm: "My dear nephew, you are thoughtful."
Qian Zihao's smile widened, but he had already cursed in his heart, "Old Biden is pretending to be a jerk! If it weren't for my noble status and Mengli, would I have invested so much money? It's not enough to agree to it in private, you have to make me say it in public."
At this time, Murong Zhuo slowly stood up, and his eldest son Murong Yun beside him quickly handed him a glass of wine.
Murong Zhuo raised his wine glass, and all the guests present tactfully quieted down and waited for him to speak.
"Thank you all for coming to my birthday party. Today, the room is full of distinguished guests and good friends. It is a great pleasure in life. Although I am already old, I feel warm in my heart when I see this lively scene..."
Murong Zhuo started with a long speech of formality. This old nobleman was very comfortable with this kind of situation. All the guests present smiled, listened attentively, and acted more politely than each other.
Qian Zihao's hands holding the wine glass were almost stiff, and the fake smile on his face became more and more fake. Damn, old Biden, he is really good at talking nonsense. He had a droopy face before, but now he is excited after hearing about the mithril mine?
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