65 Secretive Si Lei (1/2)
The seven families started feeling uneasy. Was he mad? Why hadn't he gone to any of the banquets yet?
Even better, then. Just you wait.
Time was ticking, and apprehension was evident in their gaze. Suddenly, the office door opened, and an energetic bunch of young bailiffs got on their respective horses and headed toward the city center.
Half an hour later, all seven families received an invitation to the office.
The invitation card was written in a polite tone. ”I am still young and inexperienced, which makes me unfit to accept your grand invitations. As a younger person, it is my job to prepare a great feast. It will be held in the eastern Thousand Gold Building, and I respectfully invite all of you to attend.”
The card also expressed her respect for Garison and her hope that the leaders would fulfill their part in paying a visit, to allow him the chance to understand the nobility of Garison.
As the bailiffs delivered and read out the letters, citizens around quickly praised their new mayor. Even the Rong people were pleased by his attitude toward their God. That way, there was nothing the seven families could do to cause trouble.
Now that the new mayor had become a host and even borrowed Garison's name to invite them, they would be in the wrong if they did not show up.
Around noon, as the county gate opened once more, a clean and well-dressed youth exited with a subtle smile on his face. His robe was white and was coupled with a purple belt that contained a light luster that matched his bright, jade-like eyes.
The man standing beside him, whose purple robe and sleeves were loose-fitting, had on a mask that concealed half of his face. However, the visible features were resplendently breathtaking.
They were Meng Fuyao and Yuan Zhaoxu.
Meng Fuyao paid no attention to the people on the street. She walked while bickering with Yuan Zhaoxu as usual. ”I'm going to drink. Why are you following me? You have all the wine you want back there.”
”I'm following because you're drinking,” he answered leisurely.
”So concerned?” Meng Fuyao sniffed. ”Don't worry, I know my limit and won't get drunk.”
”I'm not afraid of you getting drunk,” he corrected. ”I'm afraid that you won't get drunk.”
”Eh?” Meng Fuyao whipped her head around. 'Is he alright?'
Yuan Zhaoxu leaned close to her ear, and as he spoke warm puffs of air brushed against her skin, tickling her. She wanted to laugh but considering that she was on the streets she resisted it.
”... you take advantage of my body whenever you're drunk. First, you kissed me, and then you slept with me. I'd like to see what you will do next...”
”Go to hell.”
An astonishingly loud growl boomed from across the streets, evoking stares from the citizens present.
Following that, the youth in white rushed forward like a gust of wind, and the man in light purple robe followed suit with a shallow smile on his face.
The citizens exchanged glances, and a look of epiphany flashed across their faces a short while later.
'A homosexual!'
”Please, please, make yourselves at home.” Meng Fuyao raised a toast at every table, her smile excessive and greasy. She occasionally stopped to sound off, ”The ladies from the Veela Pavilion are great! Soft, flexible bodies... how can anyone not like them? You don't like them? What a pity! I had planned to buy one of them for you... sigh... oh, you like them? Why didn't you say so earlier? I had no one to gift her to and have sent her back...”
”Sir Tie Mu, what's with that scar on your face? Oh, oh, wildcat at home, huh? Yeah, exactly, Sir Ta Muer, keep too many of them, and they start getting jealous... it's rare you have 17 at home... it's not easy, not easy at all...”
”Sir Bi Li, are your parents doing well? Your father? What about your father's parents? Your grandmother? What about her gentleman number 1? And number 2? And number 3..?”
”Sir Si Lei...”
”Sir Mu Dang...”
With one round of toast, smiles and gossips flew, as the seven leaders started sweating buckets, their face green.
This fellow... how did he know so much about the most private matters they were keeping from the public?
Meng Fuyao smiled, her expression appearing rather fox-like and crafty under the candlelight.
Regarding the gossips, Meng Fuyao would have to thank Zong Yue. Mister Zong was a physician who acted unlike one. He always had people serving him and reporting news from respective nations. He hid nothing from Meng Fuyao and even shared information with her. Thus, she took the chance to have him gain inside information about the powerful figures in Yaocheng. Feeling generous, Zong Yue immediately relayed a piece of information to her, and she had Yao Xun seek out more details.