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Feng Yu smiled, "This is just a casual meeting, Bai Gongzi. There’s no need to feel burdened. Tonight, let’s talk freely, regardless of our identities."
Feng Yu appeared much more composed this time, sitting beside Luo Bai, who seemed to take on the role of the villain instead. It was rather amusing; it felt like they were playing a role-playing game.
After exchanging a few polite words, she fell silent, but Feng Yu's remarks piqued her interest. The two maintained their usual close relationship; having such a dear friend in the imperial city was indeed a luxury.
Luo Bai also refrained from interjecting much, relying on the charming Wen Ningmo to navigate the conversation. It was merely a matter of verbal rapport, suitable for casual drinking.
Feng Yu sighed, "When Luo Supervisor was still a close attendant to the consort, the calamity of witchcraft ensnared him. Facing corporal punishment that could cost him his life, if it weren't for Wen Taiyi's assistance, Luo Supervisor might not be sitting here today."
"You have been in contact frequently since then; such a bond is truly remarkable and enviable. Finding a confidant is far more challenging than acquiring wealth."
Yun Zhi Yue gasped in surprise. "Corporal punishment? My goodness! Is your target of conquest in such dire straits?"
Very few could survive even one instance of corporal punishment; two strikes would surely mean death. She could only imagine the bloody scene at that time. Was it really just for Luo Bai's lowly status as a eunuch that this scar was so casually discussed?
Indeed, he still managed to be quite irritating.
Yun Zhi Yue looked curious. "Your Highness seems so envious; could it be that you don’t have even one true friend? That shouldn’t be the case!"
You seem to shine brightly and exude warmth and elegance; you must have nothing to do with those who hide daggers in their words or gossip maliciously. It must simply be that fate hasn’t arrived yet—there’s no need to rush.
The table fell silent as Luo Bai's gaze fixed on Yun Zhi Yue.
[Conquest level: Good, good, good. You still have some conscience left in maintaining your target.]
Feng Yu's expression turned playful. "Bai Gongzi might be mistaken; this matter is not merely gossip; it is well-known."
Yet Bai Gongzi's instinctive defense surprised her. Are you truly a friend of Wen Taiyi or Luo Supervisor?
Yun Zhi Yue hurriedly replied, "It was my impertinence to speak out of turn! But you’ve misunderstood; I never intended to insult you. My knowledge is limited—please forgive me."
Hehe, limited knowledge? Bai Gongzi is unexpectedly interesting.
Luo Bai and Wen Ningmo exchanged glances, their brows furrowing slightly. Given Yun Zhi Yue's status, being scrutinized was not a good sign.
Suddenly, the soft and emotional sound of a guqin resonated through the air, capturing everyone's attention.
The night was set for a performance at Fengyuelou, where Zheng Kui's gentle music flowed like water, soothing the hearts of all who listened, reminiscent of a soft, persistent rain. The skill displayed was exceptional, suggesting that the musician was a person of great tenderness.
As the final notes faded, the guests were entranced, lost in the melody. Zheng Kui, veiled and graceful, accepted a red cloth-wrapped item from a maid and stepped forward onto the stage.
Ning Xin, despite being surrounded by chaos, held a sincere reverence for the art of the guqin. She had once come across an unknown rare herb that bloomed in shades of black and red but had a fleeting lifespan. After nurturing it with care for three days, she had never been fortunate enough to see it again.
Tonight, she hoped to share this precious item with friends. Whoever could surpass Ning Xin in guqin skills would earn either this rare herb or Xin Ge. Laughter and cheers echoed from below; Xin Ge was Ning Xin's private chamber. Zheng Kui and Ning Xin were known for their artistry rather than their allure, yet tonight seemed to hint at a breaking of tradition.
Those who frequented the building were all carefree souls; no one would concern themselves with the green potted plant in her hands, choosing instead to overlook that detail. If it weren't for Ning Xin's exceptional guqin skills, someone might have already jumped up to challenge her.
Ning Xin surveyed her surroundings with a heavy heart, filled with disappointment. She had not held much hope anyway; Shi Lian was the only antidote to the hidden poison within her body. Yet, as fate would have it, the herb's blooming period was short and unpredictable. She feared she might not live to see it again.
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