Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng met at the palace gate. When getting off the carriage, the Duke of England and his family came forward to salute. Lan Shuang saw Jiang Lusheng standing behind her at a glance. Their eyes met briefly and then separated.
Lan Shuang gave the Duke of England a weak hand and said, "No need to be polite."
The Duke of England stood up and said with a smile, "Your Highness, please go first—"
Lan Shuang didn't bother to be polite with her and entered the palace first. Jiang Lusheng looked at the red earrings swaying slightly on her earlobes, his eyes flashing slightly.
He turned around and looked around. Sure enough, many people's eyes were on Lan Shuang. Several young men blushed and followed their families, not daring to glance at Lan Shuang but unable to resist.
The smile on Jiang Lusheng's lips froze slightly.
I could still hear people talking as I walked towards the palace.
"Why didn't I realize Prince Rong was so beautiful before?"
"Yes, I always thought she was greasy and powdered, and extremely vulgar. I didn't expect...she is so beautiful and elegant, not inferior to His Majesty."
"Prince Rong and Your Majesty are sisters after all, so it's normal for them to look alike."
"If she weren't so flirtatious, I'd also like to..."
What are you thinking about? Marrying her?
Jiang Lusheng curled his lips into a cold smile and glanced at those people as he passed by them.
Several young masters felt a chill all over their bodies, subconsciously looked over, and found that it was a strange face, so they immediately changed the subject of their discussion.
"Who is this person?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him before. But anyone who can come to the Wanshou Festival must not be from an ordinary family. He must be a young man who has been kept in seclusion."
"He's following the people from the Duke of England's mansion. Could he be the second young master?"
Several people were shocked at once, thinking about how they had just talked about someone's future wife in front of him. Their faces turned red with shame and they dared not say anything more, but they still couldn't help but compare secretly in their hearts.
When they arrived at the main hall, Lan Shuang sat at the bottom, closest to Lan Ling, which further highlighted her nobility. The other princes had to sit in the back row.
The Duke of England and his family lived diagonally opposite her and could be seen at a glance.
Lan Shuang watched Jiang Lusheng sit down and smiled at him.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Lusheng turned his head and pretended not to see it.
Lan Shuang raised an eyebrow, "Well, the vinegar jar is blowing up again~"
888 chuckled, "Is it because of the influence of this world? Why do adults seem to be becoming more and more spoiled?"
Lan Shuang was so shocked by this adjective that her whole body numbed. "Shut up!"
Otherwise, the more you look at it, the more you will get closer to this word.
888 put his finger to his lips and made a zipper gesture.
Soon, Lan Ling walked in, surrounded by a group of palace servants. The ministers knelt and kowtowed, shouting "Long live the emperor!"
"I wish Your Majesty good health and everlasting youth!"
Lan Ling was in a good mood. He smiled and waved his hand, "Stand up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Lan Shuang stood up and sat down, looking up. Lan Ling was wearing a bright red wedding dress, looking energetic and beautiful.
Noticing Lan Shuang's gaze, Lan Ling looked down and nodded at her.
Lan Shuang understood that everything was ready, only the east wind was missing.
The Wanshou Festival was a great occasion. All the officials had smiles on their faces and were in high spirits. They came forward one by one to present gifts. Lan Ling accepted them all with a smile. If he found something interesting, he would comment on it and then have someone take it away.
The dishes were all served. Lan Ling gave a look, and singing and dancing began. The graceful dancers came forward. Lan Shuang looked curiously and saw that they were all men.
Having been here for so long, Lan Shuang is no longer surprised by this, but she is still a little surprised at first glance.
However, the dancers raised in the palace are of extremely high level. Their dancing is a combination of strength and flexibility, which instantly immerses people in the dance.
Although she is wearing gauze, she does not look frivolous, but rather has a fairy-like air.
Lan Shuang stared intently, and 888 whispered to remind her, "Host, the master is watching you from the other side, please restrain yourself."
"I was just watching the dance, not the people." When the dance reached its exciting part, there was constant applause from the audience, and Lan Shuang joined in the applause.
Jiang Lusheng opposite raised his wine glass and smiled slightly, very good.
888's mouth twitched, "I feel like there's murderous intent in your eyes."
Lan Shuang "!"
She turned to look at Jiang Lusheng, but Jiang Lusheng didn't look at her and was concentrating on eating. Lan Shuang pursed her lips and restrained herself a little.
The dance came to an end. The lead dancer spun around, golden bells rang, and he landed lightly in front of Lan Ling, following the beat of the drum. Lan Ling narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the newcomer, with an appreciative smile on the corner of her lips.
The lead dancer threw a coquettish glance at Lan Ling, raised her hand, and a veil fell in front of Lan Ling, bringing a gust of fragrant wind. Lan Ling closed her eyes.
At this moment, the lead dancer's eyes suddenly became fierce. He took out the soft sword from his waist and stabbed it towards Lan Ling's neck like a snake.
The assassination came so suddenly that the officials at the back didn't see what was happening in front. Only those close to the sides noticed it. Lan Shuang slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "There's an assassin! Protect His Majesty!"
As soon as the words fell, the hall was in chaos. Several people disguised as dancers and palace maids suddenly jumped up and rushed onto the imperial platform from all directions.
The Royal Guards rushed in from outside to protect the ministers, and tried to maintain order, but it was still chaos.
Lan Shuang then stood up and stepped back, and saw Lan Ling lean back to avoid the soft sword, raised his hand to grab the cloth on the table and lifted it up, then rushed towards the assassin.
With a crackling sound, cups and plates shattered all over the floor. The assassin pierced the tablecloth with a sword and stepped onto the table to pursue him relentlessly.
Cui Jing fought with his opponent barehanded, anxiously saying, "Your Majesty, run!"
Lan Ling's eyes flashed, and he exchanged a glance with the other party calmly. The guards surrounded him and protected him as he went back. The assassin chased him closely, and in the chaos, a dart pierced Lan Ling, and then a scream was heard.
Lan Shuang's heart tightened, but she quickly relaxed. Lan Ling was well prepared and would not be easily hurt. This might be a trap to lure people into it.
Her mind raced, and she pretended to be panicked and shouted, "Catch them quickly! Capture them alive!"
After shouting, she lifted her skirt and went to the back hall.
The Duke of England and his family huddled behind the guards with solemn expressions. Jiang Luqing subconsciously tried to grab the people around him, but was thrown away as soon as he caught them. He looked up and saw Jiang Lusheng standing up.
"Where are you going?"
Jiang Luqing asked tremblingly.
"Look at the people." Jiang Lusheng threw down these two words and went straight to the back hall.
Fortunately, the assassin had been apprehended, and no one paid any attention to him, an insignificant young master. He followed them to the rear hall without incident, but was stopped by the Royal Guards at the door. He remained calm and said, "I am the second son of the Duke of Ying's mansion. Please go in and inform them."
Before the Imperial Guards could say anything, Lan Shuang's voice came from inside, "Let him in."
Jiang Lusheng walked in quickly and saw Lan Shuang standing calmly beside the bed, while Lan Ling was sitting on the bed with a gloomy face, but without a single wound on his body.
He felt relieved and stepped forward to salute, "Your Majesty, Your Highness."
Lan Ling glanced at him and asked, "Do you know what to say after we get out?"
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