Chongfei Manual - Chapter 97.2

Chapter 97.2

Chapter: 097 . 2 out of 171

When lunch was half over, Wei Luo rubbed her nose and sneezed .

She had recently been sweating and came over here without changing clothes . Qin-shi was worried that she was getting sick and caringly asked, "Are you cold? How about you go back to change clothes? Otherwise, you might feel too cold later . "

Wei Luo wasn't uncomfortable anywhere . But, she didn't want to eat lunch with Li Song, so she took the advantage of the situation for her benefit and agreed . She bid everyone farewell and walked away from the receiving room .

She walked in the verandah with Jin Lu at her side . Jin Lu long-windedly said, "Miss, isn't Prince Ru Yang's heir slightly too arrogant . . . When you greeted him before, he didn't even say a single word . This servant saw that Fifth Master's face didn't look good . I heard that Prince Ru Yang's heir used to be very overbearing . No one in the capital dares to offend him . I don't know if Fifth Miss's days will be good after marrying him . . . "

Wei Luo didn’t respond .

She didn't have any interest towards these two people or cared if Wei Zheng was living well or not . She only felt that a marriage predestined by fate was too wonderful . These two people were actually paired up together . Wei Zheng selected this path . Li Song wasn't a good person to provoke . She would have to experience the various joys and sorrows of life by herself .

No one would be able to help her .

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After Wei Luo tucked the hair that was hanging down behind her ear, she unhurriedly asked, "When did you start to like prattling about gossip?"

Jin Lu immediately shut up . She knew that she had said too much and obediently followed Wei Luo without saying another word .

After they walked to end of the verandah and passed through a moon gate, the path to the inner part of the residence was in front of them . Just as Wei Luo was about to walk forward, something was suddenly thrown over here! It stably pierced the soil near her embroidered shoes and blocked her path . She lowered her head to look . It was a golden hairpin with emeralds . It looked slightly familiar .

Next to her, Jin Lu asked in surprise, "What is this? Who threw this?"

Wei Luo looked at it for a while, then she turned around to look behind her .

She saw Li Song standing not far away in the verandah without any expression . Wearing a brocaded robe, he looked pale and slender . Clearly, he had the appearance of a cool, young aristocrat . But against expectation, his eyebrows were low and his expression was indifferent . He gave off a feeling of a person who wasn't amendable to reason . Even when Wei Luo was looking at him, he didn't say a single word .

Jin Lu wanted to bend over to pick up the hairpin, but Wei Luo held onto her shoulder and wouldn't let her move .

She already recognized this hairpin . After she had used this hairpin to injure him, she hadn’t taken it back . She hadn't expected that he would keep it until now .

Why did he come over here instead of staying in the receiving room to eat lunch?

Li Song looked at Wei Luo without moving . Just when Wei Luo thought he was going to open his mouth to speak, he turned around and left .

Not long after, he disappeared from Wei Luo's line of sight .

Jin Lu was very confused by this scene . She looked in the direction that Li Song had left, then she looked at Wei Luo . "Miss, was this the hairpin that you had lost? Why was it with House Li's heir?"

Wei Luo didn't answer her . She turned around and walked through the moon gate .

Jin Lu continued to persistently ask, "Miss, do you still want this hairpin . . . "

She quietly said, "No, throw it away . "

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House Wei's Fifth Miss was married, but the Fourth Miss didn't have an engagement . Many of women in the capital were overtly and secretly inquired about Wei Luo's marriage plans . After all, Wei Luo's reputation was very good and her appearance was exceptional . In the past, she had been engaged with Song Hui before she was born, so other people didn't dare to look as if they were considering . Now, the engagement was gone . The eyes of young men that were of marriageable age were all looking at Wei Luo .

Today was Qin-shi's father, Marquis An Lin's seventieth birthday . Duke Ying's entire family had been invited .

Of course, Wei Luo and Wei Chong Hong were attending .

Wei Luo was sitting together with Qin-shi . As soon as a madam saw her, her hopeful and desirous gaze would intentionally or unintentionally fall on Wei Luo's body to the point that Wei Luo felt uncomfortable . Wei Luo understood their meaning . Qin-shihad asked her if there was someone that she liked, but she shook her head to say no .

There was someone that she liked . That person was anxiously waiting for her to agree, so that he could come to her home to propose marriage .

Wei Luo found an excuse to leave and led Wei Chang Mi to the pavilion at the back of the residence to play .

Wei Chang Mi had come here a few times before and could be counted as familiar with this place . Without any adults around to control him, he seemed to be scattering happiness as he held Wei Luo's hand and ran forward . "Older sister Ah Luo, there's a swing up front . Little maternal uncle specially made it for me . He said that I can play with it every time I come here!"

The little maternal uncle that he mentioned was Marquis An Lin's young son, Qin Ce . He was twenty-four years old this year . Qing Ce was mischievous as a child . As he grew up, he gradually curbed his playful temperament and started to attentively study the art of war . With some reservations, he could be considered accomplished .

Wei Luo followed behind Wei Chang Mi . Seeing that he was running so quickly, she frowned and reminded him . "Wei Chang Mi, don't run so fast . Be careful, you might fall . . . "

Wei Chang Mi listened to her words and stopped running . Step by step, he swiftly walked forward .

Laughter escaped from Wei Luo for a moment . She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry .

After they passed a long corridor, the space in front of them suddenly opened . There was lush, thick banyan tree with a swing tied to it in the courtyard . If they continued walking forward on this path, they would reach the dooryard . The dooryard was where the men would be gathered for Marquis An Lin's birthday today .

(T/N: During these gatherings, women and men would usually be separated into two different places in the residence . )

Wei Chang Mi pulled Wei Luo forward as he rushed towards the swing . He suddenly stopped after seeing someone in the front and said in surprised, "Little maternal uncle!"

Wei Luo also stopped and lifted her eyes to look .

There were two people standing in the verandah in front of them . One was wearing a moon white robe with a persimmon stem pattern . He looked slightly familiar and somewhat resembled Qin-shi . He was probably the little maternal uncle that Wei Chang Mi had mentioned . The other person was wearing a dark green robe with a python pattern . The side of his face was handsome and his figure was tall and straight . Standing there, he had an indescribable essence that was as incomparable as jade . . .

Why was Zhao Jie here?

Zhao Jie hadn't seen her . His deep phoenix eyes were looking towards the front . She didn't know why he was looking so competitive or who he was looking at .

Wei Chang Mi pulled Wei Luo over there until they were a few steps away from Zhao Jie . She finally had a clear view of that person .

Wei Luo's heart dropped for a moment . This person had eaten breakfast and left the residence with her today . . . Wei Chang Mi impatiently called out, "Yi, is older brother Chang Hong also here?”

Wei Chang Hong was right across Zhao Jie . He was one head shorter than Zhao Jie, but he didn't seem like he was retreating at all . His thin lips were flattened into a line and his face was taut . Without blinking, he looked at the white jade hairpin on Zhao Jie's head and the hand inside his sleeve involuntarily clenched into a fist .