The dance continued until the sun went down. As soon as night fell, it was time for the banquet to begin, and this one was particularly grand, with two of the six most famous beauties in the land attending, and a large number of nobles from New Moon Castle came, so even small characters like Wei Luo and Su had to go help out.

  Wei Luo and Su hastily finished dinner, briefly tidied up, changed into new hemp clothes, and then headed to the banquet venue.

  People like them are not qualified to enter the banquet hall, and the two of them just mixed in with a group of slaves.

  The place where the banquet was held was the main hall of Jingling Mansion, a three-story stone hall with ordinary floors that could hold ten thousand people. The room had long been brightly lit, with people coming and going, and a lively atmosphere.

  Outside the stone temple, there were rows and rows of horse-drawn carriages, too many to count. In such a grand occasion, people who rode in ox carts were not qualified to attend.

  Weiluo and Su Hou were outside the hall, helping to take care of the carriages brought by the nobles. Through the gate, Weiluo vaguely saw that in the midst of the lanterns, Gao Xie and Cheng Xi also stood in the corner of the great hall, wearing copper armor and holding long swords, motionless and guarding.

  Before long, the sound of music floated from the palace, and the maidservants who were waiting outside the palace began to carry food boxes, walking towards the palace with a gentle swaying motion. In their hands, the food boxes contained large chunks of golden mutton, emitting a bright glow, while various delicacies that Wei Zifu had never seen before wafted fragrant aromas.

  The palace maidens wore high-waisted, pale pink dresses made of ice muslin, and under the light of the lamps, they looked even more beautiful, like jade. Their movements as they held up the food boxes were especially elegant, rising and falling in a dance-like rhythm.

  However, all the hustle and bustle, prosperity, delicious food and drink, and beautiful people had nothing to do with Wei Luo and Su Two. They quietly stood on the square, taking care of a group of fine horses that were neighing softly. These fine horses were much more precious than their own lives; if anything went wrong, one small life would not be enough to compensate for them.

  Even amidst the bustle, Wei Luo's heart was as still as water. She quietly followed her breathing exercises, and at this moment, the dazzling lights inside seemed to be a century away from her.

  In the grand hall, the sound of chimes and sheng pipes began to ring out. The performance by the Mei sisters must have started.

  In the bustle, time passed bit by bit, flowing away until the middle of the month when the nobles began to bid farewell and boarded their carriages.

  As the carriage drove away, Wei Luo and Su's matter was also considered settled.

  As they watched, the noble guests had all gone, and even the team of Browning's people had left their seats. Wei Luo and Su were about to leave as well.

  As soon as they turned around, a series of footsteps came, and in the footsteps, a sharp voice echoed from the temple gate, "Where is Wei Luo?"

  Wei Luo and Su were both startled at the same time, they looked at each other, their expressions full of surprise. All along, Wei Luo had been too inconspicuous, how could someone suddenly call out her name?

  Wei Luo turned her head back, and at a glance, she saw that the one standing at the entrance of the hall was a fat eunuch. He was looking over at Wei Luo and the others, and seeing no one respond, he called out in a shrill voice: "Where is Wei Luo?"

  "Wei Luo steps forward and bows: 'Wei Luo is here.'"

  The eunuch glanced at Wei Luo with a hint of disdain, his back against the light, making it impossible for Wei Luo to discern his expression. "Young Master, please enter the palace."

  "Okay."

  At this moment, Wei Luo was so nervous that she couldn't speak, but Su heard that it was the Prince of Jingling who told her to enter. Her beautiful face immediately lit up with joy, and she happily smiled at Wei Luo, saying: "Good! Very good! Wei Luo, when you become rich and noble, don't forget about me."

  Wei Luo forced a smile at him and followed the eunuch's footsteps with her head lowered.

  The banquet has dispersed, but the palace still shines with lights and lanterns at all hours, and the aroma of wine and meat wafts through the air. Wei Luo walks with her head down, passing by one swordsman after another who wears a long sword at his waist.

  After walking for about five or six minutes, Wei Luo couldn't help but wonder: Why did all these swordsmen gather in the hall?

  At this moment, there were two or three hundred swordsmen standing in the grand hall. Wei Luo followed that eunuch all the way to the front of the main platform. She had just stood steady and hadn't even had time to lift her head when that familiar, low, magnetic voice faintly came over, "Wei Luo?"

  "Yes."

  Wei Luo lowered her head and responded with a "yes".

  "Look up."

  However.

  Wei Luo slowly lifted her head up.

  She raised her head and met the handsome face on the main seat, which was as beautiful as a sculpture. He wore a long gown with black as the base, red and gold intertwined as lace, his raven-black hair was tied up by a jade crown, under the bright light, he looked even more majestic and awe-inspiring. Wei Luo only took one glance and was intimidated by the splendor of the Prince of Jingling, she hastily lowered her head down.

  "Don't panic, and look up again."

  "Yes."

  Weiluo raised her head again. In the lamplight, her autumn-water-like eyes met those of Jingling Gongzi steadily. Jingling Gongzi knelt on the main seat, his mouth corners rising, seemingly with a smile. But even if he was smiling, it could make the air congeal. Looking at him like this, Weiluo found herself having some difficulty breathing.

  Jingling Gongzi looked her up and down, then shifted his gaze to the back of Wei Luo's head, "Such an ugly little girl, why is the swordmaster so infatuated with her?"

  Wei Luo was startled and she really wanted to turn around to see who had mentioned her in front of Jing Ling Gongzi.

  At this time, Cheng Xi's voice came from behind her, and the voice was a bit hesitant, unnaturally high-pitched. "Report to the young master... This child... This child..." He stuttered to here, suddenly his voice rose, "This child is also a member of the Brow Master's chariot team!"

  Cheng Yi took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wei Luo. He clasped his hands together and said loudly, "Young Master, this child was also originally part of the Brow Chief's cavalry team. He was borrowed by you at the same time as us. This time, we swordsmen are about to return to our team. I truly cannot bear to abandon him, so I have taken the liberty of requesting it from you."

  It suddenly dawned on Wei Luo that she completely understood. No wonder she had caught the attention of Prince Jingyang, it turned out that Cheng Yi had mentioned her to him. It made sense, as a small person like herself, if no one intentionally brought her up, she would probably just spend her days in obscurity within the manor of Prince Jingyang.

  Cheng Yi finished speaking, and then stared at the Duke of Jingling with eager eyes, waiting for his response. Unconsciously, he held his breath, standing still without making a sound.

  At this time, others in the hall were not surprised. How could a child like Wei Luo be worth disturbing the young master of Jingling? Cheng Yixuan also thought so. However, he did not expect that as soon as he mentioned Wei Luo's name to the steward of the Jingling manor, the young master of Jingling took over the conversation and showed a slightly interested expression, which made his heart feel uneasy.

  In the silence, Jingling Gongzi turned his head again to look at Wei Luo. His eyes as deep as midnight were very deep and couldn't be read emotionally.