Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Today, Lu Liluo was wearing a yellow super-grade prince's uniform.

The hair crown on her head was the one that Tang Jiting had modified for her overnight - Tang Jiting was a man with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I got up early this morning and finally finished sewing the things I didn't finish last night.

Now when worn on the head, several huge diamonds and gems of various colors shine together, making Lu Liluo seem to be glowing.

With her face as white as jade and full of spirit, how can she be described as a young and successful woman full of vigor and ambition?

For the first time, Wei Shimu felt a sharp pain in his heart: the woman in front of him should have been his wife.

And the position of Chen Wangfu, the one that everyone envied and bowed to, should have belonged to her, not this unknown young man from the Bo Mansion who had appeared out of nowhere!

Wei Shimu was filled with remorse and jealousy.

At this moment, in Lu Liluo's space, the cute little voice of Mao Tuanzi was constantly heard:

[…The original owner’s mission has been completed 30%…The original owner’s mission has been completed 35%…The original owner’s mission has been completed 40%. Congratulations, host.]

"Ah."

Lu Liluo curled his lips slightly, expressing his satisfaction with the progress of this wave of tasks.

Originally, there were not many guests coming to the Wei Mansion today.

But perhaps it was because of the arrival of Lu Liluo, the popular prince of the new dynasty, but even though the time for the banquet had clearly passed, several waves of guests arrived at the Wei Mansion.

The female guests were personally entertained by Lord Wei, and Lu Liluo was seated at the main seat.

In fact, the Wei family sent an invitation to Prince Chen's Mansion only because they were afraid of being picked on.

I never thought that Lu Li Luo would really come to visit.

After all, Prince Chen is now second only to the emperor of Dongchi State and is the most popular and powerful king in the dynasty. It is a great honor for him to attend a banquet at anyone's house.

Therefore, Lord Wei's attitude was warm and respectful.

It was as if they had completely forgotten the previous conflicts between the two families.

Similarly, Tang Jiting treated the male guests in much the same way. Yang Zhengjun's attitude was so familiar and warm, it was as if Wei Shimu had never existed in the Wei Mansion.

And I don’t know if he was restrained, but Wei Shimu did not appear at the banquet.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became even better.

A waiter was serving dishes at the table when he suddenly stumbled, as if tripped by something, and half of the hot soup in his bowl spilled all over Tang Jiting.

It wasn't very hot, but my clothes were dirty.

Yang Zhengjun rushed over angrily and slapped the servant:

"Asshole, how do you serve me?"

Don't blame him for losing his composure.

Mistakes are inevitable at a banquet, but why would you perm anyone else, the one with the highest status at the table?

The servant knelt down hurriedly and kowtowed repeatedly:

"I slipped, please forgive me, Master Zheng."

Then he turned around and kowtowed to Tang Jiting: "Prince Chen, please spare my life! Prince Chen, please spare my life!"

Tang Jiting waved his hand: "It's okay, it was an unintentional mistake on your part."

Regardless of whether this man did it on purpose or not, as a newly appointed prince, if he gets angry over such a small matter, people will inevitably accuse the Chen Palace of being mean and bullying.

"I'm so sorry. Did Prince Chen bring any clothes? How about I personally escort Prince Chen to change?"

Yang Zhengjun said worriedly.

This was well-intentioned, but Tang Jiting still refused:

"This is inappropriate. You are the star of the show today, and there are so many guests to entertain. How can you leave so easily?"

No matter who arranges trouble for him today, he has Qingfeng by his side and is not afraid of anything.

After saying that, he stood up slowly, greeted the people around him, and then, protected by Qingfeng, went to the guest room in the backyard that was specially arranged for men to rest, change clothes, etc.

After entering the room, Tang Jiting took off his coat and waited patiently. He leaned against the bed and breathed a sigh of relief while Qingfeng went to the carriage to get clothes for him.

At this moment, a man suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.

"Are you the husband I married after my divorce?"

Wei Shimu looked Tang Jiting up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, with a disdainful expression of "nothing more than that" on his face.

I have to say that the male protagonist is very good at finding opportunities.

He was on his home turf, and Tang Jiting's clothes were dirty again, and he looked somewhat disheveled. As the auras waxed and waned, Wei Shimu felt he was in a superior position.

Therefore, whether it is the posture of speaking or the momentum of speaking, he appears to be superior and confident.

"you are?"

Tang Jiting did not move, but had some vague guesses in his mind.

"You must have guessed it already. Why ask?"

Wei Shimu raised his chin:

"I am the eldest son of this mansion, Prince Chen's former fiancé."

"Oh, I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be Wei Shijun."

Tang Jiting brushed his nails without hesitation and blew a breath:

"But Wei Shijun came in uninvited. His etiquette and upbringing are evident!"

"No wonder Lord Wei chose a new head of the household. The affairs of the inner house should indeed be properly managed by someone responsible..."

Wei Shimu: “…”

Every word hurts!

Tang Jiting glanced at Wei Shimu, who was still recovering, with a strange look:

"It's true that I say you're uneducated. You've been here for so long, why don't you kneel when you see me? Do you want me to personally hire someone to teach you a lesson?"

Wei Shimu: “…”

Another fatal blow.

Are you really polite? I'm talking to you about childhood sweethearts, and you're talking to me about etiquette and hierarchy!

But now, their identities were indeed vastly different, and it was all because of the different women they married. Wei Shimu nearly bit off his silver teeth.

As a last resort, I could only kneel down in grievance:

"Shi Mu greets Prince Chen, Prince Chen, and please forgive me."

Then he immediately stood up:

"Shi Mu just wanted to remind Prince Chen, do you know why the prince came here today?"

Tang Jiting replied indifferently:

"Oh, the prince said, bring me to see the fun."

Besides, I guess you are the one who is having fun.

Unfortunately, Wei Shimu didn't hear the sarcasm in it. He said proudly:

"Prince Chen and I have been childhood sweethearts, and our affection is deep. Everyone in the capital knows this. Prince Chen's wife probably doesn't understand yet, but the prince is a man who values love above all else..."

"so what?"

Tang Jiting's expression suddenly showed some evil humor:

"This prince and I are together day and night, and we sleep together every day. Whether the prince values love or not, this prince naturally knows. But I heard that you are not very valued by Prince Jian?"

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Tang Jiting looked at Wei Shimu's face:

"Wei Shijun, you haven't taken good care of yourself in recent years. What's the matter? Is it because you don't have enough money? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, look at how rough your skin is... My, Wei Shijun, how old are you? You already have wrinkles around your eyes..."

"This prince's wife also reminds you... This man, especially as a young servant, has no shortcomings or virtues. If he loses all his dignity, he won't be able to survive for a day, don't you think?"

"you!"

Wei Shimu felt like he had received a critical hit of 10,000 points. His blood was boiling in his heart and he almost vomited blood.

In fact, it can almost be said that he was driven back by Prince Jian when he returned to his mother's home this time.

Prince Jian wanted to make a comeback, but he was naturally angry after hitting a wall everywhere.

The men in the backyard are either reluctant to leave or have someone to rely on.

In that case, why not vent your anger on a servant you don't really care about?