769: Chapter 23 Worldliness_1 769: Chapter 23 Worldliness_1 When Feng Yue returned, Feng Ming and Jiang Wang had already consud quite a bit, the atmosphere was lively, and they were enjoying their conversation.
Of course, in just a short while, it was impossible for Feng Ming to truly confide in Jiang Wang, it was nothing more than superficial pleasantries, and there seed to be an underlying motive of drowning one’s sorrows in alcohol.
“Brother Yu, let tell you.
All these damn dukes…” Feng Ming, with his arm around Jiang Wang’s shoulder, occasionally let slip so inner thoughts.
“Cough!” Feng Yue coughed once, putting a stop to his outburst.
Feng Ming clearly was very obedient under his father’s control, imdiately withdrawing his arm and sitting up straight; perhaps to avoid embarrassnt, he introduced to his father, “This is Brother Yu Songhai, a new friend I’ve just made.”
Feng Yue nodded, which sufficed as a perfunctory acknowledgnt.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Follow inside.”
The purpose of Feng Yue’s visit with his son was to represent Green Cloud Pavilion in nding the relationship with the Wei Ning Marquis residence; naturally, they couldn’t just sit on a cold bench and leave.
He had just gone to discuss terms with Manager Jiao, the specifics of what benefits he had privately promised were unknown, but it was evident that Manager Jiao had loosened up.
At least they could now be seated in the inner courtyard.
“I’m not going,” Feng Ming said, holding back his frustration.
“It’s more comfortable here!”
However, Feng Yue had already turned and left, leaving only the words, “Don’t dawdle.”
When it ca to this son, he truly didn’t indulge him at all.
Feng Ming, in front of his “new friend,” felt he couldn’t lose face and wanted to stay put, but he also feared his father’s past authority.
Jiang Wang, very understandingly, said, “Feng brother, since the people of the marquis residence acknowledge they’ve neglected you and are now inviting you in, they are showing their apology.
What they did before was wrong, but you, with your high status and young age, with great aspirations, why stoop to their level?”
Feng Ming hesitated for a mont, then took the easy way out and said, “Brother Yu is right.
After all, it’s the camaraderie of our parents’ generation, I shouldn’t be too indulgent.”
With that, he got up and chased after Feng Yue’s departing figure.
After a few steps, as if struck by a thought, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and waved to Jiang Wang, “Brother, co along with !”
Perhaps he wanted to show off in front of his newly made friend, or maybe he felt that his little brother Yu Songhai was quite sensible and wanted to give him a taste of society.
In any case, at that mont, Master Feng Ming extended the hand of friendship.
God knows, with Feng Yue present, Jiang Wang had not dared to use his Deviant Path Technique.
He hadn’t expected such a turn of events, intending only to get familiar with Feng Ming first and then, later on in Wenxi County Town, to find an opportunity for further contact.
As the sole descendant of the declining Xi Yun Sword Sect, who found himself in a difficult situation locally, he had no choice but to turn to Wenxi County, where he’d spent so ti before, to seek developnt opportunities, and then coincidentally encountered soone he knew from within the Wei Ning Marquis residence…
Jiang Wang had had this script written long ago.
But fate had arranged a better opening.
Jiang Wang certainly wanted to follow, but only shook his head and said, “The marquis residence has only invited you in, my presence would be inappropriate, wouldn’t that make things difficult for you, Feng brother?”
If he had simply declined, Feng Ming might not have insisted further.
But ntioning the marquis residence and suggesting that it would put Feng Ming in a difficult position, Feng Ming beca all the more insistent on taking him to “see the world.”
“What’s so difficult about that?
Doesn’t my Green Cloud Pavilion have that much influence?” Feng Ming said with dissatisfaction.
“If you believe in your brother’s capability, then co!”
“Well…” Jiang Wang, looking troubled, stood up and after noticing that Feng Yue in front didn’t react, he followed saying, “Alright, I’ve hit it off with Feng brother, so I’ll disregard the risk of offending others.
Wherever Feng brother goes, I’ll go!”
Feng Yue really didn’t mind.
Firstly, those who ca to the Wei Ning Marquis residence’s banquet, regardless of their backgrounds, were essentially of good repute.
Secondly, although he was strict with his son, he didn’t want to constantly undermine his dignity.
Furthermore, bringing one more person into the inner courtyard for the banquet was a minor matter of little significance, so it was just like bringing an additional attendant.
At last, Jiang Wang’s earlier “advice” to Feng Ming showed respect and was palatable, which greatly impressed Feng Yue, far surpassing those flatterers in Wenxi County his son had dealt with.
And, watching further, if Jiang Wang perford well, it wouldn’t be out of the question to take him back as a follower for his son.
Jiang Wang humbly followed behind Feng Ming, accompanying the Feng father and son through the archway, along the corridor, into another courtyard of the Marquis of Weining’s residence.
Compared to the outer court, this area was indeed much more imposing.
For one thing, the outer court was illuminated by hanging lanterns, which would be considered luxurious in an average household, but paled in comparison to the inner court.
In the inner court, at first glance, the sky seed like a curtain, stars and moon hanging low as if one could reach out and pluck them.
Upon closer inspection, the stars and moon, including the entire canopy of the night sky, were all artificial, not real.
Whatever beads were carved into stars and moons, they only cast the entire courtyard in a clear light, yet the illumination was so soft that it wasn’t dazzling at all.
Not to ntion the tables full of fine dishes, the nas of which were indiscernible, with graceful maids carrying trays back and forth.
A dish would only be eaten a few tis before being replaced.
Yong Country was recently defeated in war, losing land and people; the Monarch Han Xu was reforming the court during these critical tis.
Yet the Marquis of Weining still lived in such unbridled luxury…
Such a birthday feast would cost more than gold and silver could asure.
It was uncertain if even the supernatural world’s Pri Stones would suffice.
Of course, the birthday gifts the Marquis of Weining, Jiao Wu, received would more than cover the expenses, with plenty to spare.
Even Jiang Wang himself had offered a gift worth thirty Pri Stones, just to be allowed to sit in the outer court.
The presents from Qingyun Tower, box after box, were worth even more.
In fact, among all the guests, Qingyun Tower wasn’t even the biggest spender.
This also showed the Marquis of Weining Jiao Wu’s influence in Yong Country.
Those with Divine Skills remained at their peak until death; at three hundred, one was still in their pri.
Whoever wanted to attach themselves to the house of Weining had another century or so to serve.
It’s worth ntioning that Feng Ming’s plan to show off to his new young friend fell through.
Although Feng Yue used favors to “persuade” the Manager Jiao to let them into the inner court, they were still not considered important.
They were seated at the very edge of the large courtyard, still by the doors.
Following them, Jiang Wang simply moved from one door edge to another.
This embarrassed Feng Ming greatly and for a while, he didn’t feel much like talking, instead drinking silently glass after glass.
Feng Yue, however, smiled and greeted the few people next to him, but they were clearly aware of the Marquis of Weining’s attitude towards Qingyun Tower and remained very distant.
Jiang Wang honestly accompanied Feng Ming in his drinking, deciding not to rock the boat at this ti.
But occasionally, when pouring wine for Feng Ming, his gaze would sweep over the courtyard.
The courtyard was quite spacious, and its luxury and magnificence goes without saying.
In the center, at the large table, sat an elderly man who must be the Marquis of Weining Jiao Wu.
Unlike what one might imagine, he wasn’t tall and formidable.
On the contrary, he was rather thin, yet his presence was undeniable, impossible to ignore.
Seated next to him was Mo Jingyu.
His black iron mask remained on his face, naturally “flowing” open when he drank, the nearly tallic material moving like water, which appeared quite magical.
A figure like Mo Jingyu was always treated as an honored guest wherever he went.
Even the Marquis of Weining, a high-ranking figure in Yong Country, conversed with him amiably, clearly enjoying the conversation.
The mysterious man with Zhang Linchuan’s face had said that even a gaze could have weight.
Jiang Wang was always one to learn from lessons.
So after just one look, he withdrew his gaze, clinked cups with Feng Ming, and downed his drink.
In the here and now,
Mo Jingyu was not out of reach.
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