TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 98: Is Wang Qilang Attached Or Indifferent? (1)

"If you have never tried, how do you know I can't?" Wang Hong's beguiling voice returned.

Her head snapped up. She stared at him without knowing that her eyes were, at this moment, as bright as the stars in the sky.

In just a flash, however, they darkened as Chen Rong looked down and let the cold wind blow her hair over her eyes. "What good is trying?" There was something that sounded like a broken soul, a crushed dream, and a devastated melancholy in her voice. She opened her misty eyes and, looking only at his white robe, slowly said, "Asking for too much will only result in our demise... Trying won't be of any use."

Wang Hong froze. His cloudless and smiling eyes all of a sudden grew stagnant. He stared at her and searched her eyes with his own.

Chen Rong did not look at him. She sniffed, retracted her head inside, and pulled the curtain down.

The carriages went on. Do not steal from ha mster 428.

This time, she did not hear Wang Hong speak again.

When her carriage stopped in the square, Chen Rong got down with Old Shang's help and looked around only to find that Wang Hong's carriage was nowhere to be found. It goes without saying that she was even less privy to his whereabouts.

By the time Chen Rong entered the main hall, endless streams of guests had flooded the site. All was dressed in fashion, their intoxicating scents and fluttering fabric weaving the night scene.

Due to the presence of these sophisticated guests, Chen Rong's arrival did not catch anyone's attention.

She kept her eyes to the ground and quietly went around the corner.

The room was awash in light and music. At a glance, Chen Rong saw her kinsmen sitting in the third row. In addition to Chen Gongrang, there were also Chen Yuan and Chen Shu; no young ladies were in attendance.

Chen Rong took two brisk steps and sat down on the last seat in the corner.

She had barely sat down by the time a servant came over and said to her, "Ah Rong, this way."

She got up and followed him.

The servant went to Chen Gongrang's side and made a bow.

Not waiting for him to speak, Chen Gongrang turned to Chen Rong with a kind smile. "Ah Rong? Come and sit next to me."

"Aye." Chen Rong slowly sat down.

The maids at once stepped forward and placed partitioning screens around her.

Just then, the crowd quieted and all at once turned to look at the doorway.

Due to the screens, what Chen Rong could see were only blurry images. Even so, she could recognize him in just one glance. The tall snowy figure was Wang Hong. He was now striding in together with Wang Yi.

While Wang Hong and Wang Yi entered the hall, clamor also rose at the inner side door. The portly Prince of Nan'yang were slowly making his way in while with his subordinates and concubines encircling him.

The crowd gave the Prince of Nan'yang a fleeting look before turning and continuing to look at Wang Hong and Wang Yi. Of course, most of the nobility in the hall didn't even turn their heads or give the Prince of Nan'yang a glance to begin with.

Upon witnessing this, the Prince of Nan'yang laughed as he wiggled his way to Wang Hong. "Qilang is like a peony in the garden, garnering attention everywhere you go," he croaked.

The subordinates behind him were quick to show their delight of his coarse analogy. Wang Hong's lips twitched enough to make a smile but Wang Yi didn't even raise his eyes; he walked past the Prince of Nan'yang and went to his seat.