"Ling’er!"
Li Chen looked at Ji Lingling and called softly.
"Hmm?"
Ji Lingling blinked her bright, watery eyes, full of confusion.
Li Chen’s gaze swept over Ji Lingling’s snow-white delicate collarbone, and he said leisurely, "Clinging to like this can easily lead to trouble?"
Ji Lingling was at first stunned, but only realized when her eyes followed Li Chen’s gaze to her own body.
It turns out she was standing naked before Li Chen.
Soon, her pretty face turned beet red, almost dripping blood.
Yet, even so, she showed no intention of moving, instead lowering her head shyly and said, "If Mr. Li does not mind, I voluntarily serve my master with my body and heart, offering them to you without reservation!"
Li Chen paused for a mont, then casually took out a garnt and draped it over Ji Lingling, wrapping her perfect, tempting figure.
"I’m tired. Whatever the matter is, let’s talk another day!"
Regarding the garnt draped over her body, Ji Lingling’s clear eyes instantly showed a hint of disappointnt.
She had wanted to offer her purest self as a gift to Li Chen, but Li Chen declined.
"I’ll take my leave!"
Ji Lingling bent slightly to salute before rising and leaving.
Unconsciously, the East had already turned pale with the light of dawn.
Half-asleep, Li Chen heard people discussing him.
"Heir, our Seventh Princess plans to hold a Heavenly Pride Banquet tonight at Night Flower Hall, please ensure you attend!"
The speaker was Luzhu, Seventh Princess Guu Qingcheng’s personal maid.
In the Prince Zhou Mansion, the only person she would refer to as the Heir was naturally Zhou Ao.
Zhou Ao assud that his fiancée missed him but felt awkward about summoning him alone, thus the idea of the Heavenly Pride Banquet.
"Alright, please tell Her Highness the Princess that I will definitely attend!"
Luzhu pondered for a mont and said, "If I may ask, is Mr. Li Li Chen in the mansion?"
Zhou Ao was taken aback, his expression darkened slightly, and he asked irritably, "Luzhu, why are you asking about him for no reason?"
Luzhu noticed Zhou Ao’s displeasure and quickly explained.
"In response to the Heir, this is Her Highness the Princess’s intention. She wishes to invite Mr. Li Li Chen to the Heavenly Pride Banquet as well!"
As she spoke, she respectfully handed an invitation to Zhou Ao.
Zhou Ao took the invitation and saw the elegant script, which made his eyes sting sharply.
The na Li Chen was handwritten by the Seventh Princess herself, indicating her high regard.
In an instant, all of Zhou Ao’s previous joy vanished.
He now had reason to suspect that Seventh Princess Guu Qingcheng threw the Heavenly Pride Banquet not to et her fiancé but to see the loose cultivator Li Chen.
With this thought, Zhou Ao’s anger surged, even feeling a sense of being cuckolded.
However, as the Heir of the Zhou Family, he couldn’t express anger openly.
He then said with a sullen face, "Mr. Li has urgent matters to attend to and may not be able to co. Please have Her Highness the Princess understand!"
After he finished speaking, he noticed Luzhu didn’t react but continued to stare into the distance.
Following Luzhu’s gaze, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
"Li Chen?"
Indeed, it was Li Chen.
Li Chen heard their commotion and couldn’t sleep, so he ca over to have a look.
He flicked his sleeve, directly snatching the invitation from Zhou Ao’s hand.
"The Heavenly Pride Banquet, and I happen to be free these days, so I might as well attend!"
Upon hearing Li Chen’s words, Zhou Ao suddenly felt slapped in the face, and under broad daylight, no less.
Yet, there was nothing he could do. He had to swallow his grievance.
Zhou Ao glared angrily at Li Chen, then left in a huff.
To this, Li Chen remained indifferent.
If Zhou Ao dared to challenge his limits, even as the Heir of the Zhou Family, Li Chen would teach him a lesson in a heartbeat.
As dusk fell, the palace lights started glowing!
Inside Night Flower Hall at the Royal Palace, various elegantly dressed maids looked like butterflies dancing among flowers, srizing.
The Heavenly Pride Banquet, as the na suggests, only the Heaven’s Chosen Son and Holy Daughter are qualified to attend.
Therefore, those attending the banquet today are distinguished elites from various Great Families of the Fla Dragon Dynasty.
"Heir of Prince Zhou, Zhou Ao arrives!"
Zhou Ao’s arrival imdiately caused quite a stir.
In front of Li Chen, he cowered, but in front of the world, he was undoubtedly Heaven’s Chosen Son.
The dual identity of Prince Zhou’s Heir and Seventh Princess’s fiancé added an enviable aura.
Zhou Ao, full of vigor, seated himself in the first row under the envious eyes of the crowd.
"Heir of the Nanyan Family, Nanyan Long arrives!"
As soon as Zhou Ao sat down, another loud voice sounded outside.
Instantly, Nanyan Long, wearing an elegant robe like a relegated immortal descending to the world, gracefully appeared.
Nanyan Long is the Heir of the Nanyan Family and a favorite disciple of Dan King Dan Yangzi, likely to inherit his mantle and beco the next Dan King.
Additionally, Zhou Family’s Third Miss Zhou Yan’er had long fallen for him. Their families’ alliance is imminent if things go smoothly.
The Nanyan Family and Zhou Family have a good relationship, so when he saw Zhou Ao present, he saluted him and exchanged a few pleasantries before sitting beside him.
"Miss Beihan Wu of the Beihan Family arrives!"
Upon hearing this loud announcent, the hall stirred again.
Imdiately, a woman in a black veil dress gracefully stepped into the hall.
She had skin as white as snow and a very cold deanor, akin to a lotus flower blooming on an ancient snow-capped mountain, only to be admired from afar, not touched."
Even Zhou Ao and Nanyan Long, the two Heavenly Prides, frequently glanced at Beihan Wu.
"Seventh Princess arrives!"
Another loud shout rang out.
Suddenly, the entire room fell silent. Everyone widened their eyes, looking towards the main seat.
Luzhu parted the bead curtain, making sounds like "big and small jewels falling onto a jade plate."
Soon, the unmatched in beauty Seventh Princess Guu Qingcheng arrived late.
Unlike Beihan Wu’s attire, she wore a snow-white dress and had jet-black hair, fastened with a ruby-encrusted phoenix hairpin. Her entire being exuded noble elegance, conveying the manner of an empress with each smile and movent.
Seeing Guu Qingcheng arrive, everyone stepped forward to pay their respects.
"Greetings to Her Highness the Princess!"
Guu Qingcheng nodded slightly, returning the greeting.
However, when her gaze fell upon an empty seat, her brows furrowed slightly.
That was the seat for the Loose Cultivators!
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