Such questioning, Pei Yuqing did not find any embarrassnt in.
He looked around, seated himself, and glanced at the fruits and tea snacks on the table before saying, "You invited here today, for what purpose? Perhaps you should speak directly."
Lu Ziyuan still stood by the window, exuding an air of deadly seriousness.
Dark and simring with authority.
The two stood quietly for a few breaths, neither showing any expression.
Suddenly, Lu Ziyuan moved, stepping forward to sit opposite Pei Yuqing, even raising his hand to pour him a full glass of wine.
"To be honest, I admire you. Although you are not a General fighting in battle, your capabilities are no less than any major commander at the frontier," putting down the wine jug, he continued, "If possible, I do not wish to be your enemy, and I assu you feel the sa way."
Pei Yuqing showed a look of surprise, not expecting him to express goodwill.
After all, in the eyes of everyone, Lu Ziyuan is as stubborn as his blood-drinking spear, unyielding.
"You should be aware of the facts; the misunderstandings between Wanwan and have brought us to today’s scenario,"
Seeing Pei Yuqing’s silence, Lu Ziyuan’s eyes deepened as he continued, "You are much older than her, and not in good health, thus not truly a match for her, whereas I do not mind your hasty marriage..."
"Heir Lu," Pei Yuqing raised a hand to interrupt him, smiled, and said, "Why not speak directly?"
"Then I shall speak plainly,"
Despite the interruption, Lu Ziyuan did not get angry but instead looked at Pei Yuqing, saying, "Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I can give it to you, even if I don’t, I’ll seize it for you, provided you return her to ."
"It’s not a warning or a threat; I’m telling the truth. In this lifeti, I can never let her go. If you’re willing to let go, I will not bear any grudges and appreciate your kindness. Otherwise..."
He paused at this point, his tone softening.
"In this vast world, there are so many beauties to choose from, as long as it’s not Xie Wanqing, you can choose anyone else, just say the word, and I’ll find them for you."
As he spoke, Lu Ziyuan clapped his hands, and the door was pushed open from the outside.
Over ten graceful dancing girls filed in, their water sleeves fluttering, their garnts swaying, skirts consisting of only a few layers of light gauze, rippling like water waves with their dance.
The warm scent of the ladies perated the room.
Their slender waists swayed gently; each was at the peak of her youth with beautiful features, like delicate, frost-vulnerable lotuses, both pure and vivid.
In the harsh winter month, even with the brazier indoors, the ladies seed too lightly dressed.
Yet, this cheap beauty could divert a man’s destructive desires.
A wife is an equal; the wife at ho should be cherished and respected tenderly.
The girl in one’s heart deserves even more care without any mistreatnt.
But towards these instrunts of joy, one may apply any humiliating thod imaginable, and rather than being annoyed, they would kneel and thank you for your favor.
n with hidden ailnts and palace eunuchs, having lost normal outlets for release, find pleasure in tornting won; such tales are ones Lu Ziyuan has heard plenty of.
He believed that his arrangent was thorough, a redy eting every aspect.
Yet Pei Yuqing only knew part of Lu Ziyuan’s sche, sitting upright, cross-legged, his gaze slightly lowered, watching faintly.
Suddenly, his gaze froze, seeming montarily dazed.
Amidst a dozen dancing girls was a lady whose face veil gradually slipped, lips forming a curve, eyes smiling as she glanced over.
Under the dim light, the lady was strikingly beautiful.
Pei Yuqing was montarily disoriented; for that brief mont, he thought he saw Xie Wanqing.
This change was naturally noticed by the ever-observant Lu Ziyuan.
Seeing this, Lu Ziyuan’s hand that lightly tapped the table stopped, his gaze shifting to Chen Xixi.
Xixi imdiately understood, aware that this was her final opportunity.
She moved elegantly, inching closer, finally brushing her flowing sleeves in front of the two.
Charmingly beautiful with myriad allure.
As her water sleeves swept past, Lu Ziyuan frowned, instinctively wanting to avoid, but for fear of ruining the plan, he forced himself to endure.
The sweet powder scent from the lady fell on their faces, her waist gently dipping with the curve of her knees, "This slave, Xi’er, greets the two Lords."
Even her voice was captivating to the bone, soothing just to hear.
Pei Yuqing lowered his eyelids without speaking, allowing the lady to softly kneel at his feet.
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