Chapter 162 A Grand Feast for the World
"Jianjian, where did you go?" Sang Wanyue concealed the tension and moisture in her eyes, looked down at the disheveled girl, and leaned down with concern.
"The matter is very complicated, and I just got back here myself." Mu Jianjian thought her senior brother would tell Yueyue, but judging from the current situation, it seems there was no communication at all.
"Jianjian, we're going to the inner palace for a banquet soon. Are you feeling alright?"
"It's okay, thankfully we made it in time..." Mu Jianjian sighed with relief, picked up her needle and thread again and started mending. "Yueyue, wait a little while and the dress will be finished. Then we can wear matching outfits!"
Even though her voice sounded tired, the girl's smile remained bright. Although Sang Wanyue had never heard of "best friend outfits," she could roughly deduce the meaning from the words and phrases.
She lowered her eyes, recalling the news that had come to her from the palace the previous night.
The jade slip roughly means that Jianjian will stay in a safe place in the inner palace for a period of time.
Sang Wanyue never believed that this was Jianjian's own choice, which is why she searched the entire palace without any regard for others. It wasn't until she sensed Jianjian's presence in her courtyard just as she was about to go to the inner palace with her fellow disciples from the Xuan Shuang Sect that her anxiety, which had lasted for half a day, finally subsided.
“Let’s change into them together,” Mu Jianjian said, handing a piece of clothing to Sang Wanyue while keeping one for herself. “I’ve made some minor changes to them so that the two ‘Rhythm of Ink’ pieces are different and have their own unique characteristics.”
She was born in an orphanage in her previous life, and in her short life of just over twenty years, she has always taken care of herself. Although she is not particularly good at sewing and mending clothes, she is quite skilled at it.
Sang Wanyue chuckled as she took the clothes. She watched the girl take the clothes and go behind the screen to change, her gaze falling on the girl's flawless white hands.
She doesn't seem like a pampered young lady who knows handicrafts at all.
Besides, why would a cultivator need to do such a mending job?
But the sharp movements just now were so practiced, as if they had been done hundreds or thousands of times.
Sang Wanyue was stunned when she saw the radiant young girl who walked out from behind the screen after changing her clothes.
"Yueyue, what's wrong?" Mu Jianjian peeked out.
Although it's tiring, wearing pretty clothes really makes girls feel happy and relaxed; I've personally tested it and it works.
Sang Wanyue suppressed her suspicions and said, "It's nothing."
"Oh dear, we picked out several hairpins last time but didn't use them. Quick, quick, sit here and I'll help you style your hair and put the hairpins in." Mu Jianjian didn't notice the woman's unusual behavior. Looking at Sang Wanyue's neat black hair, she couldn't help but pull her in front of the mirror and start dressing her up.
Seeing the girl wholeheartedly braiding her hair, Sang Wanyue began to search her memory of the Yingzhou Grand Banquet from her previous life.
Given Jianjian's talkative nature, the fact that she didn't mention anything about what happened before means there can only be one person who did it.
The demon lord who was sealed away by righteous cultivators in his previous life—
Chi Wenqing.
Sang Wanyue knew Mu Jianjian's personality well; she was kind and principled. When Mu Jianjian encountered danger and wanted to give up time and time again, Sang Wanyue stood firmly by her side and told her not to give up.
But before that, when she was still in the Xuan Shuang Sect, she already knew that Jianjian and Chi Wenqing's relationship had improved.
What will the future Demon Lord Chi Wenqing think of Jianjian?
As Sang Wanyue listened to the girl behind her praising her appearance, her pupils turned dark.
She's still not strong enough...
If we want to protect Jianjian, we need at least one force, a force that belongs to her.
——
The various sects did not bring their demonic beast mounts into the inner palace. Because Mu Jianjian and her companion were delayed in changing clothes, when the five members of the Xuan Shuang Sect arrived at the palace gate, they saw that the inside was already filled with dark cultivators.
The entire hall's ceiling was adorned with intricate carvings, topped with sandalwood and draped with pearls as curtains. The floor was covered with white jade inlaid with spirit stones. Faint melodies and voices could be heard through the palace gates, a decadent melody carrying various fragrances, an atmosphere of extreme extravagance.
To her shame, this was the first time Mu Jianjian had ever seen such a grand scene.
The biggest events I've ever witnessed in my past life were either graduation ceremonies or company annual meetings.
Mu Jianjian, who was at the front, had just stepped half a step into the hall when she heard someone by the door shout, "Master Xuan Shuang has arrived!"
The sound, amplified by the presence of internal energy, nearly startled Mu Jianjian. Fortunately, Sang Wanyue, who was behind her, supported her limp waist from the shadows.
As the sound reached the ears of everyone in the hall, countless eyes turned to look at the figure who had entered through the door.
A single glance was enough to amaze.
Two women, one in front of the other, wore similar exquisite dresses, yet each possessed their own unique charm; one was as radiant and captivating as the warm sun, while the other was as aloof and proud as a winter plum blossom.
"Is this Mu Jianjian, the young lady of the Xuan Shuang Sect? She's so beautiful! Before, she was always sick and never left the house. Who said she was a good-for-nothing ugly girl?"
"I heard that the Golden Crow Shrine's nun wanted to borrow the clothes from the Rainbow Pavilion that they were wearing, but she failed because she didn't have enough spirit stones. They are priceless... I used to think it would be strange for two people to wear the same clothes, but now that I see it, I was just overthinking it."
“Isn’t the Golden Crow Shrine’s Ji Nu sitting right next to the Night Saint? She’s been talking to the Saint the whole time, but he’s not paying any attention to her. Now that Miss is here, look how bad her face looks.”
"..."
The chattering in the hall was deafening and continued until the five members of the Xuan Shuang Sect arrived and took their seats.
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