My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 583 - 373 You are my destined prince (Part 2) (Added for the alliance leader ’流觞曲中生’)

Chapter 583: Chapter 373 You are my destined prince (Part 2) (Added for the alliance leader ’流觞曲中生’)

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall gradually thickened, brimming with tension like drawn swords and ready crossbows.

Among the onlooking crowd, some guests displayed expressions of schadenfreude.

The sight of Zhao Rong being attended by two stunningly beautiful girls was too irritating... Hey, there’s a stool right beside him, can they not sit on his lap? And he has hands, yet they’re serving him food!

These people seemed to have forgotten that this was a common scene in the Zuixian Building.

However, at this moment, it was Luo Xiu, the favored clean official from Ziwei Pavilion whom they had previously admired, acting like a docile bird in Zhao Rong’s arms, leading them to selectively forget due to their double standards.

Gu Yiwu and other scholars had a condensed look between their brows, their spines erect.

Zhao Rong silently exchanged a glance with the stern-eyed Su Qingdai.

Between the two confronting groups, Prince Shenxu grinned, almost bursting into a villainous laugh with hands on hips—he probably wanted to, but it was evident that the sudden appearance of Fairy Su had made Prince Shenxu restrain himself quite a bit, his gaze filled with both fear and joy as he looked at her.

Fear, perhaps because she was the darling of Ziwei Pavilion, esteemed even by the Pavilion Master;

Joy, apparently at the thought of getting some revenge through her.

Some perceptive guests, experienced in reading facial expressions and emotions, could easily discern the thoughts of this worthless prodigal—a notion familiar to those with a bit of experience.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, the pale-faced prodigal in pink seemed to have an uncontrollable fervor in the depths of his eyes, yet he dared not show it.

It was probably because the high and cold Fairy Su, akin to the Moon Palace Goddess, had never deigned to give him a proper glance, or perhaps there were no men inside the Ziwei Pavilion worthy of her attention.

He likely didn’t even have the qualification to speak a word to her.

But which man would not secretly fantasize about such a high and cold stunning fairy, though this was as far as it could go—after all, she belonged to a broader world. At this moment, coming down on behalf of the Pavilion Master to help him must have been something he could only dream of, perhaps even feeling that the previous beating was worth it.

At this moment, Prince Shenxu, the unexpected savior on the field, had no idea that his small gestures and thoughts were thoroughly seen through by the onlookers.

In front of Su Qingdai, Prince Shenxu stood erect, trying his best to restrain his madness, despite her still maintaining her high and cold demeanor without a glance at him, twisting right and wrong, Prince Shenxu had his ways:

"Sister Su, Sister Su, those poor Confucian scholars looked down upon us from Ziwei Pavilion, spoke insultingly. I argued with them, but that wretched girl even threatened me physically. Sister, you must stand up for me!"

His wails echoed through the hall.

Zhao Rong remained calm, offering no explanation.

At the staircase entrance. The red-clothed maid, hearing Prince Shenxu’s words, her Liu Mei frowning.

In front of her, the high-chinned, silently standing Su Qingdai, her thin scarlet lips tightly pursed, her cold eyes reflecting Zhao Rong, her face expressionless, like a block of eternal ice.

The next second.

This stunning fairy in a flowing black dress finally moved, her long and slender legs confidently stepping forward as she swiftly approached, attracting the gaze of everyone in the hall.

Su Qingdai did not pause, her beautiful eyes unswerving, directly stepping past the brilliantly smiling Prince Shenxu to reach Zhao Rong’s side, gazing at him tranquilly for three seconds before lightly pursing her lips. She then lowered her icy, clean eyes, her small mouth slightly parted, "May I ask if your surname is Zhao, given name Rong, style name Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Yes, it is I. May I inquire what this is about?"

At that moment, the proud and cold fairy’s beautiful eyes trembled momentarily, her peripheral view quickly sweeping across Luo Xiu, docilely and quietly sitting on Zhao Rong’s right leg. The next second, she suddenly moved forward and without a word, sat down on Zhao Rong’s vacant left leg. Su Qingdai lifted her jade hand, her dark sleeve sliding down to reveal her fair, smooth wrist. She picked up and opened the sealed ’respectful drink’ previously brought by Prince Shenxu, and poured a glass.

For the first time sitting in a man’s embrace, Su Qingdai, with fair hands holding the blue and white porcelain cup, lowered her head, while simultaneously lifting the cup, carefully presenting it close to Zhao Rong’s mouth, respectfully, "Young Master... please enjoy this drink."

The previously high and cold stunning fairy suddenly transformed into a demure, obedient servant with downcast eyes. Were it not for her familiar fair, beautiful face and the fact that a well-known red-clothed maid was following behind her, everyone in the hall would have almost believed that this Ziwei Pavilion’s adored goddess, the cold fairy dreamt about by countless men from the mountains of western Great Li, had been replaced by an imposter!

Sitting... sitting in the man’s embrace... demurely offering wine... softly calling for the Young Master to enjoy the drink?

Clap! Clap! Clap...

In the silent hall, the sounds of cups and dishes crashing to the ground arose one after another.

Both the prepared scholars like Gu Yiwu and the onlookers ready to enjoy the spectacle were dumbfounded.

The scene of Su Qingdai meekly offering the drink made their hearts ’clunk’, followed by them subconsciously gaping, staring wide-eyed, or trembling hands holding teacups.

All were utterly astonished!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Many people, with a swoosh, stood up, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and looked again, but unfortunately, they weren’t seeing things...

The crowd looked at each other in dismay.

Yet, there were still people more shocked and astonished, refusing to accept this scene.

Prince Shenxu, disheveled and drenched, managed to retain the brilliant smile of the previous moment on his gaunt, pale face, as this unbelievable scene unfolded too rapidly for him to adjust.