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Hong Yu withdrew his gaze, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in closer to the other three, lowering his voice to ask, "Do you think Lu Mingzhan will kneel and bow all the way from Princess Manor to Lu's Mansion?"
Wen Zhan smiled slightly, a glint of certainty in his eyes as he replied without hesitation, "He definitely will."
Hong Yu frowned, still somewhat unconvinced. He pouted and said, "But if he does that, he'll lose face. Isn't he always so concerned about his reputation?"
Wen Zhan shook his head, his expression growing serious. He spoke slowly, "For those who prioritize profit above all else, face doesn't hold much value. When necessary, they can easily abandon family ties or dignity. All they see are benefits; they'll disregard everything to achieve their goals."
Hong Yu listened thoughtfully and nodded.
He sighed, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "The world of adults is really complicated. You have to scheme against others while protecting yourself, always thinking about how to put on a show. Just thinking about it is exhausting. Unlike us right now..."
He paused, a glimmer of longing in his eyes. "I think being an Attendant to the Princess Consort would be much better. You get to wear beautiful clothes, eat delicious food, and occasionally compete for the Prince's favor. Life would be incredibly pleasant."
As soon as he said this, the other three looked at him as if he had just uttered something unbelievable. Qiqi turned to him with surprise in her gaze.
Hong Yu blinked, feeling a bit uneasy under their stares. He scratched his head and asked, "What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
Qilin chuckled lightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You're quite right; it's just that you should really think about what excuse you'll use to handle the Princess Consort's questions—especially regarding the origin of that outfit you're wearing. You can't keep using that lame excuse."
Hearing this, Hong Yu looked down at his splendid attire and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I said I found it; the Prince just won't believe me. What can I do?" He frowned, looking utterly helpless.
Wen Zhan couldn't help but laugh, teasing him further. "Do you really think the Prince is a three-year-old? You think that kind of lie will fool him?"
Yun Qingyu sat in the hall, listening to the four kneeling outside, chatting aimlessly. She frowned slightly but chose to ignore them, her mind fully focused on contemplating her next plan, completely uninterested in their idle chatter.
Meanwhile, Lu Mingzhan gritted his teeth and began the arduous journey of three steps and a kneel, nine steps and a bow towards the Lu Family.
On the street, news spread like wildfire, quickly gathering a crowd. People flocked around, eyes wide with curiosity as they watched this rare spectacle unfold.
"The esteemed Legitimate Son of the Lu Family has fallen to such disgrace; it's truly lamentable," an elderly man shook his head in dismay.
"I heard that the Eldest Princess used to be particularly fond of Lu Mingzhan, but this Consort has shown no appreciation. Often in front of the Eldest Princess, he either insults or humiliates her. Perhaps he has exhausted her patience, leading to today's scene," a young woman holding a child pointed at Lu Mingzhan while discussing with those around her.
"So it seems this suffering is all self-inflicted," a scholarly-looking man nodded in agreement.
Though the crowd surrounded him tightly, they instinctively parted to give Lu Mingzhan a path, as if they did not wish to obstruct his so-called "sincerity" of three kneels and nine bows. Their gazes held both curiosity and mockery.
At that moment, an extravagant carriage slowly approached and came to a stop by the roadside. A nonchalant voice emerged from within: "Has the Eldest Princess dismissed Lu Mingzhan?"
Hearing the voice, Lu Mingzhan nodded slightly but did not halt his actions.
The man inside the carriage was none other than Lin Jing, the Legitimate Son of the Lin Family's Second Branch. He gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing a handsome face with a hint of ease. Upon seeing Lu Mingzhan's disheveled state, he smiled faintly, a glimmer of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Interesting."
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