Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 692

This silly goose seems particularly dull.

Sheng Qiongluo looked Qi Xuan up and down, and seeing that he was an unfamiliar face and dressed in ordinary, unremarkable clothes, she did not mock him, but simply smiled gracefully.

"My eyesight is poor, and I do not recognize you. May I ask which family's young master you are?"

Qi Xuan stammered hurriedly, "I...I am Qi Xuan. I am not a young master of any family. I am the second disciple of Elder Xingju."

"So you're Elder Xingju's top disciple?"

Sheng Qiongluo immediately looked at Qi Xuan with new respect. The Old Man of Apricot Orange was a very famous figure in Western Qi, and his school almost represented the pinnacle of both medicine and poison.

Sheng Qiongluo laughed and said, "So among the distinguished guests invited by Prince Yu's mansion, there is actually a disciple of Elder Xingju. Consort Hui is really good at keeping it a secret. When did she meet such a person? We didn't hear a word about it."

Qi Xuan had no idea who Consort Hui was: "I...I don't know Consort Hui. I'm currently living in the East Palace, and I came here with an invitation from the East Palace."

Sheng Qiongluo asked in surprise, "You live in the East Palace? What is your relationship with His Highness the Crown Prince or the Crown Princess?"

Shen Lingjun had previously instructed Qi Xuan to tell others that he was an old acquaintance of the Crown Prince, and Qi Xuan hadn't completely forgotten.

“I am an old friend of the Crown Prince. I came to Western Qi a while ago and stayed at the Eastern Palace for a few days.”

Sheng Qiongluo smiled even more gently at him, her eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight, making her beauty even more captivating.

"So that's it."

But she immediately adopted a distant and polite demeanor, saying courteously, "Young Master Qi, it is an honor to meet you. I must go and pay my respects to Consort Hui, so please excuse me."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Qi Xuan had just seen her smiling and radiant, her beauty dazzling him, captivating him completely. But suddenly her attitude changed, and she turned and left without hesitation. This stark contrast left him feeling a void in his heart, an indescribable sense of loss.

Qi Xuan subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but then realized that it was inappropriate, so she could only stop and watch Sheng Qiongluo walk away with reluctance.

At the subsequent wine parties, Sheng Qiongluo always accompanied other wealthy ladies and daughters, chatting and laughing, and never gave Qi Xuan another chance to speak to her.

Qi Xuan stared at her intently the whole time, his gaze never leaving her.

But as the wine party was about to end, Sheng Qiongluo took the initiative to greet Qi Xuan again.

With a smile, she said, "Goodbye, Young Master Qi. I hope to have the opportunity to see you again next time."

One sentence left Qi Xuan's mind blank again. She was so happy that she didn't know what to say, and all she could do was grin foolishly.

After returning home, he felt like he had lost his soul. One moment he would think of Sheng Qiongluo's indifferent attitude towards him, and his heart would clench; the next moment he would recall her smiling face and feel a sweet warmth. Unable to discern whether Sheng Qiongluo had any feelings for him, his emotions rose and fell, a mix of sweet and bitter feelings, a myriad of indescribable emotions.

It was September, a time of clear skies and crisp autumn air, a time when the prominent families of Ancheng loved to hold banquets and gatherings. Afterwards, there were two more poetry and flower-viewing parties in Ancheng, and Qi Xuan went without Shen Lingjun even having to invite him.