Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Lu Zhuoxi and Song Siyuan seemed to have expected Ruan Chuyin to refuse, and there was no trace of surprise in their eyes.

The two seemed to have figured out how to deal with the situation and offered a condition that would be difficult for ordinary people to refuse.

"Ten thousand taels." Song Siyuan said loudly.

what?

Ruan Chuyin suddenly focused her gaze back on him, struggled in her heart for a moment, and slowly lowered her head.

Song Siyuan's mouth froze and he looked at Lu Zhuoxi.

After seeing the prince slightly adjust his sitting posture, he boldly continued, "Twenty thousand taels."

Sure enough, the little girl raised her furry head again. This time, her eyes were no longer filled with confusion, but with a hint of warmth.

But soon, the little head drooped again.

This... Song Siyuan didn't dare to make an offer and looked at the prince again.

"Forty thousand taels." Lu Zhuoxi said.

"Forty thousand taels?"

This time, Ruan Chuyin not only raised her head, but also shouted in surprise.

"I wonder how many dishes are needed for the palace banquet? Can I go back after I'm done?" Ruan Chuyin couldn't help but confirm the details with him.

"Usually there are twenty-four dishes." Seeing that she was interested, Lu Zhuoxi smiled brightly.

Twenty-four dishes, forty thousand taels. This temptation is unbeatable.

but. . .

"Is it okay for me to just stay in the imperial kitchen? I don't need to see the emperor, right?" Ruan Chuyin was a little tempted and couldn't help but ask further.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere fell silent.

Lu Zhuoxi looked at Song Siyuan and pursed her lips.

Then, that vigorous and powerful voice sounded again.

"Miss Ruan, you should just stay in the imperial kitchen. But if the emperor is satisfied with the meal and rewards you, he may summon you to an audience.

"Oh." She sighed slowly, her tone light and long, full of deep thought.

The little head slowly lowered again.

In this strange world, Ruan Chuyin was quite confident in her cooking skills. She felt that there was a high chance she would be rewarded. So, it was better not to earn the money.

Seeing this, Lu Zhuoxi lost his patience. No matter what, he had to bring Ruan Chuyin back to show her to his father, the emperor, and his mother. Even if it was just for a moment, it would be fine.

"Eighty thousand taels." He suddenly doubled the reward.

This time, not only Ruan Chuyin was stunned, but Song Siyuan was also stunned. The fear in his eyes was revealed without any concealment. He wanted to remind the prince, but it was too late.

Everything has its limits. This price is no longer an allure, but a shock.

Facts proved that his judgment was correct, because Ruan Chuyin's eyes had changed drastically and became alert.

Eighty thousand taels for twenty-four dishes was enough to make her feel that they had bad intentions.

There is no free lunch in the world, and no gold in the earth.

She completely lost interest in reminiscing about the past, and left after exchanging a few simple polite words.

The Accord fell into dead silence.

Song Siyuan looked at Lu Zhuoxi's extremely ugly face, and the sighs in his heart became longer and longer.

The prince has always been calm and composed, why did he suddenly become so reckless today?

Love makes people stupid, it’s absolutely true.

"Your Highness, why don't we go back first and discuss it from now on?" he suggested tactfully.

"How long is the long-term plan?" Lu Zhuoxi looked unhappy.

He wasn't an idle prince, collecting his salary without doing any real work. Every day he returned home later, the Ministry's work would pile up one more day, and his heart felt like it was in boiling water, making him extremely irritable.

Song Siyuan looked at him with an impatient expression and swung two fingers rhythmically.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he spoke slowly, "I heard that Miss Ruan is the fiancée of Prince Qin of the Zhenguo Mansion. Prince Qin and you are both disciples of the Wangxi Sect, and his master and your master are fellow disciples, so they have a deep connection. Crown Prince Jiang Wenzhou of Dayong is also a disciple of the Wangxi Sect, and you have always been very close. Why not invite them both?"

"Are you suggesting that I invite the Crown Prince of Dayong and the Prince Qin of the Zhenguo Mansion to attend the Beiyue Kingdom's palace banquet?" Lu Zhuoxi looked at Song Siyuan in surprise, not convinced it was feasible. But after pondering it for a moment, he decided it was a good idea. However, since the guests attending the palace banquet would be important officials of the Beiyue Kingdom and their families, how should he approach the matter?

"Even if Qin Guanzhi is willing to come to the palace banquet, he may not bring her with him." Lu Zhuoxi picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

Dayong's Songling wine lives up to its reputation, with a rich, yet not intoxicating taste. A few glasses leave you with clear-eyed and clear-eared ears, and its health benefits are truly miraculous.

Song Siyuan hadn't yet come up with a plan for this, and couldn't answer it for now. Furthermore, there was another crucial question: Miss Ruan was Qin Guanzhi's unmarried wife, so how could she marry the prince? Even if this question were properly resolved, would Miss Ruan live in Dayong or Beiyue after marriage?

The prince was already very unhappy today, and he didn't want to make things worse for the prince, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had to mention it, so he had to bite the bullet and say it.

After that, the Accord fell into silence again.

Lu Zhuoxi stood up and stood at the window, feeling the cool breeze, and his mood slowly sank to the bottom.

He knew very well that it was difficult, but it depends on human effort, right?

At least his persistence and hard work are far better than standing still.

When I was leaving, I happened to meet Qin Guanzhi in the lobby.

Their eyes met, and they were both stunned.

"Senior Brother Lu, why did you come to Liangcheng?" Qin Guanzhi was very surprised to meet Lu Zhuoxi in Mingyue Tower. He looked at the old man with gray hair tied up high beside him. His eyes suddenly narrowed and his brows frowned slightly.

"Guanzhi, how are you? I came to Liangcheng to look for Ziyu, and it's such a coincidence that I met you here. I'm going to visit him later. If you are free, why don't you come with us?" Lu Zhuoxi used her friendship with Jiang Wenzhou to smooth things over.

When Qin Guanzhi heard the name, his brows furrowed even more and he declined his invitation on the pretext of feeling unwell.

Lu Zhuoxi took this opportunity to bring the topic to the palace banquet at the end of the year, hoping to test Qin Guanzhi's opinion. To his surprise, he actually found out.

It turns out that Qin Guanzhi will go to Wuliang Peak to participate in the martial arts conference at the end of the year, and Wuliang Peak is in Beiyue.

This gave Lu Zhuoxi a reminder, and she could use this opportunity to return to the palace banquet.

"Guanzhi, I will also go to this martial arts conference. We can have a good reunion then."

Qin Guanzhi watched Lu Zhuoxi's carriage leave, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy.

on carriage

Lu Zhuoxi was in a good mood.

Just when you seem to be at the end of your rope, there is always a way out. Today he was lucky.

"Your Highness, have you thought about how to tell the Emperor and Empress?" Song Siyuan felt that this excuse alone was not enough to get the two to release him! And why was Your Highness so sure that Miss Ruan would go with him?

"I will write a letter to my master, asking him to let me go there to train in the name of the Wangxi Sect. I believe my father and mother will understand." Lu Zhuoxi said this implicitly. In fact, they would not only understand, but also get along very well. After all, the North Moon Poison King had to give face no matter what.

Lu Zhuoxi's master Shang Henian is the master of the Poisonous Miasma Peak of the Wangxi Sect.

He and Qi Ruyi, the Drunken Sword God, were both the last disciples of the late Master Chen of the Wangxi Sect. Master Chen was not only a master of swordsmanship, but also unrivaled in medicine and poisons. He passed on these two lifelong skills to his two disciples.

People always say that medicine and poison are inseparable, but that is not true.

Every profession has its own specialization, and there is still a big difference between the two.

While he was lost in thought, a figure on the street caught Lu Zhuoxi's attention through the car curtain.

He wore a white robe and had gray hair, a slender figure, and two dogwood fruits hung on the red silk ribbon around his waist.

He is... Sword Immortal Ji Zhiya?