A circle of suppressed laughter arose around.
At so point, Princess Liyang and Lady of Prince Rong had been led up the high steps by Yuan Bao, each warmly holding Xiao Leizi’s hand on either side, whispering with laughter.
Xiao Leizi, being held by such distinguished individuals, felt quite shy, but hearing the commotion from his lady’s side, could only let out a helpless chuckle.
Alas! His lady was beyond saving!
Anyone near his lady would inevitably beco abnormal; this had beco a norm!
Look at all the female officials serving in the hall, originally well-trained by the Southern Border Bashu, so knowledgeable of etiquette, and now they’ve all beco unruly. According to his lady, this is called human warmth!
Did that an they had no warmth before and weren’t human?
For this comnt, his lady’s ceremonial troop was deeply saddened. Is there anything more distressing than their own Emperor treating them as dead?
"So, soone like you, Southern Emperor, who possesses beauty, noble birth, and power that can cover the sky with a single hand, to endure such a consistently sullen Zhou Mu of ours, that’s truly more than sufficient!" Zhou Rong said, then resud his boastful stance, puffing his chest and patting his belly, pretending to be serious, "In my opinion, you’re a fresh flower stuck in cow dung!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"..."
As he said this, peals of suppressed laughter surrounded him, even Wang Man, who had been trembling with fear since entering the Heavenly Palace, couldn’t help but lower his head and chuckle.
Zhou Mu’s face imdiately darkened.
So people just have a knack for crossing the line, as his dear Changsheng would say, that was called blossoming with a bit of sunshine. Clearly, his childhood playmate was such a person!
"Haha..."
Others laughed modestly, but Gu Changsheng was different; upon hearing Zhou Rong’s words, she imdiately slapped the evildoer’s big long leg beside her and laughed heartily.
Once upon a ti, she too had heard others use the phrase "a fresh flower stuck in cow dung" to describe her and the evildoer. But back then, the evildoer was the vibrant lily, and she was the clump of cow dung!
She had once been deeply upset over this!
Tis have changed, circumstances have altered; now she holds the position of Southern Emperor and her evildoer has beco the Crown Prince, second only to one person under heaven in Great Zhou. Who else would dare utter such words before them now?
Why does it sound so charming and delightful now?
"Slap!"
While Zhou Rong was basking in self-importance for his amusing words, a palm landed squarely on his forehead.
"You little rascal! Is your skin itching? How are you talking?" Zhou Zongbao glared at Zhou Rong with bitter disappointnt, gripping Zhou Rong’s arm relentlessly.
"Ah! My dear sir! Why are you doing this! Stop, stop! You’re about to bend my arm!" Upon seeing Zhou Zongbao, Zhou Rong lost all semblance of a Commandery Prince and began to wail in circles.
This was his granduncle! A real blood relative!
Godfather!
"The Young Master wants to see if your elbow bends outward? Is this how you speak about your own brother? You’re just a rascal needing a beating! It’s been years since the Young Master set foot in the Capital City, and you’ve beco even more foolish! Fresh flowers in cow dung? Pteh! That cow dung was raised by , Zhou Zongbao, from childhood!"
"Ow! Help! Master Bao! Who’s the rascal? You speak like a crow on a pig’s butt, only seeing as dark, but the Little Overlord Hetian is you! The troublemaker in Capital City is you! I, at most, break into others’ kitchens to steal so food, but never do anything outrageous! How co I can’t even speak a bit of truth now? Let go! Let go! If you don’t let go, I’ll bite you!" Zhou Rong howled as Zhou Zongbao twisted his arm.
"Are you a dog? Dare to bite the Young Master once and see?" Zhou Zongbao glared.
"Ow! Help! Help! Huh? Han Qiu? Wow! Granny Qiu, help! Your man wants to murder !" Zhou Rong glanced up amidst his struggle, spotting Han Qiu entering from the rear hall, his big eyes suddenly lit up brilliantly at the sight of help!
The mont Zhou Rong called Han Qiu’s na, Zhou Zongbao had already let go, quickly tidying his appearance, standing solemnly.
Having just escaped death, Zhou Rong quickly ran behind Han Qiu, clutching his arm and chuckling sneakily.
"Haha..."
Gu Changsheng was already beside herself with laughter because of the farce; she never knew that apart from Zhou Zongbao, this eccentric existed within the Great Zhou Imperial Family! What a delight!
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