Chapter 391 The Robust Imperial Consort 2 "Ling Siran, what brings you here? Could it be that the General's mansion can't find a single respectable son?"
A shrill voice rang out, filled with undisguised malice.
"Exactly! Look at your physique, you're even more robust than a woman. How dare you come to the Crown Princess's husband selection ceremony?"
"I heard you reached adulthood last month, and your fertility was pitifully low, probably not even twenty, right? Hahaha, you've really disgraced men!"
"The title of 'ugliest man' is truly well-deserved..."
Mocking remarks were directed at the silent figure.
The man being mocked kept his head down, his thick eyelashes drooping, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.
However, his large, calloused hands were clenched into fists at his sides, with veins showing on the back of his hands.
Ling Siran could feel the disdainful, pitying, or gloating gazes directed at him from all around.
Feelings of inferiority overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and he almost wanted to turn around and run away from the place immediately.
However, her mother's parting words echoed in her ears.
The heavy responsibility of being the eldest son of the general's family weighed heavily on his shoulders.
He couldn't escape; he could only endure it.
So, despite being surrounded and attacked by the crowd, Ling Siran stubbornly stood still, enduring all the insults.
Behind the screen on the high platform, Zi Xi's previously casual gaze suddenly focused.
Zi Xi saw his embarrassment at being pointed at and whispered about by everyone, and then her gaze met his eyes.
Just as he abruptly looked up at a particularly sarcastic remark, Zi Xi saw a figure completely different from his rugged, even cold, features.
His eyes were round with slightly drooping corners, and his pupils were clear light brown. At this moment, they were covered with a thin layer of water because of humiliation and forbearance.
It looks just like a large dog that is wounded by a hunter but still refuses to give in.
Clear and restrained, aggrieved, yet possessing a purity untouched by the world.
His eyes formed a stark contrast to his imposing physique.
Zi Xi had seen too many alluring and seductive men's eyes, but she had never seen a pair of eyes as pure as these.
Moreover, he's so strong that he could easily throw a punch right there and let those weaklings know how powerful he is.
Yet, still bound by the shackles of this era, they stand still, enduring bullying.
I don't know if it's genuine innocence or just a facade.
This person is quite interesting.
A hint of interest curved at the corners of Zi Xi's lips.
Of all the beauties in the hall, there was finally one who was different.
"You're just standing here in the way, you ugly thing, get out of here..."
Just then, the son of the vice minister, whose voice was the highest-pitched, seemed to think that verbal humiliation was not enough, and actually reached out to shove Ling Siran's shoulder.
Before the words were finished, a faint whooshing sound suddenly rang out.
"Ouch!"
The vice minister's son suddenly clutched his forehead and cried out in pain, feeling a tingling numbness in his temple, which instantly swelled up into a small bump.
"Who? Who dares to ambush me?!"
He looked around in shock and anger.
Everyone was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.
Zi Xi then emerged leisurely from behind the screen.
She patted the non-existent fruit pit fragments off her hand, walked with ease, and wore a nonchalant, roguish smile.
She didn't even glance at the screaming young master; her gaze swept straight past everyone and landed precisely on Ling Siran, who had raised his head in that instant.
His eyes still held lingering astonishment and a hint of panic he couldn't quite conceal, like a startled fawn, creating a stark contrast to his tall stature.
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