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Princess Lotus laughed softly. ”General Meng, how are your wounds? Jingfan was thinking that during that day, Jingfan had indeed been rude, insisting on inviting General Meng to the banquet despite knowing General Meng was injured. May General Meng forgive me.”
Fourth Prince Feng laughed. ”How could General Meng hold a grudge against little sister over such a small misunderstanding? Later during the banquet, just offer an extra toast to General Meng, and all will be fine. General Meng's reputation is known throughout the world and is a true hero, he is worth of Lotus's toast.”
'Worthy? Worthy? You probably think Lotus toasting me is doing me an honor, but I'm actually afraid that if I drink it, my stomach will rot…'
Meng Fuyao raised her sleeves over her lips and coughed, saying, ”My wounds have yet to recover, I wouldn't dare to receive such an honor, many thanks, many thanks.”
The two still attentively offered, ”The horse carriage is spacious, what do you say of sharing the carriage for the rest of the journey? Since General's wounds have yet to heal, I'm afraid that riding a horse would be exhausting for you.”
”I was born with a thug's bones, I can't stand to sit in a luxurious carriage. Once I sit down, I will feel uneasy and spew smoke from all seven holes…” Still covering her mouth, Meng Fuyao gestured with one hand. ”Please, please.”
The two then bowed courteously and went ahead. Meng Fuyao put down her hand and straightened her neck. She turned to Ya Lanzhu, who was beside her, and said, ”Zhu Zhu, pinch me, quick, check if I'm still alive?”
Ya Lanzhu stared ahead fixedly ahead as she said in a hazy tone, ”I'm still waiting for you to pinch me, my soul has not yet returned.”
The two of them turned to each other and exchanged glances, muttering, ”What a talent, what a talent indeed… Meng Fuyao, you are not fit to even lift her shoes.”
Meng Fuyao said smugly, ”Zhu Zhu, that's what you call a princess, compared to her, you're like a petty auntie picked up from the vegetable market.”
”Indeed,” Ya Lanzhu sounded indignant, ”What an elegant and flawless princess, whose face is as thick as the castle walls, I truly cannot stand at the same level as her…”
”The difference in level is indeed not just one or two levels… No, I'll probably commit suicide if I sit with her.” Meng Fuyao stopped moving forward, and turning the horse around, she said, ”Zhu Zhu, sorry to bother you but, could you tell Zhan Nancheng that I have diarrhea and that I've gone back to slowly relieve myself?”
”I want to have diarrhea too, if I don't relieve myself now then when I see her I'll definitely not be able to control myself, so let's go back together.” Following suit, Ya Lanzhu too turned her horse around.
Alas, it was too late.
Two rows of people had come to welcome them, with the ministry officials coming to greet them themselves. They had already spotted Meng Fuyao and Ya Lanzhu much earlier, and when they noticed them turning their horses around, they immediately rushed forward to stop them and tried placating them, saying that they were taking orders, and if Meng Fuyao insisted on leaving she would make things difficult for them. Helpless, Meng Fuyao could only follow them in.
She sat with her legs dangling on the horse as she consoled Ya Lanzhu, ”Zhu Zhu, just pretend that someone had accidentally left a bucket of feces at the banquet later, don't see anything and don't hear anything and you'll be fine.”
Ya Lanzhu sighed, replying, ”If I'd known earlier, I'd have relieved myself before coming…”
When Meng Fuyao entered the banquet hall of Wude palace, the Tiansha royal family, generals, as well as the various royal families and sects had already gathered in the hall and greeted her warmly when she entered.
Princess Lotus was sitting at the third seat on the right of the throne, and upon seeing Meng Fuyao enter, she raised her head and smiled. Looking at her, Meng Fuyao sucked in a breath and returned a smile.
'Since you are unable to feel shame since it's impossible to curse you to death, then let's change tactics.'
The officials guided Meng Fuyao with low voices into the inner palace, saying that His Majesty would like to meet General Meng in the inner palace for a short while. Meng Fuyao turned to look at the official, knowing that the main question had arrived, and quickly followed him in. Sure enough, Zhan Nancheng was there, but strangely enough, Zhan Beiheng was absent. Meng Fuyao bowed and exchanged several courtesy phrases with Zhan Nancheng before he finally asked, ”General Meng is highly ranked in Wuji Palace, and your reputation precedes you throughout the seven nations despite your youth. It is truly admirable.”
Meng Fuyao held onto the teacup and steadied herself, allowing a bitter smile to grace her lips before wiping it from her face and saying, ”Your Majesty is too kind. It is but an empty title, it's not worth much.”
Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed as he smiled. ”Even if you say it is an empty title, it is not something that can be attained by ordinary humans.”
”Indeed, indeed.” Still holding the teacup, Meng Fuyao agreed perfunctorily.