If Yu Ling is really Wen Wei, he will definitely be unable to advance or retreat at this moment, but as the leader of the Western Alliance in the north, he really doesn't care about offending all the princes.

Now that we are committed to the royal family, there is no essential difference between falling out now and falling out in the future.

Under everyone's malicious attention, Yu Ling just glanced at Shang Xinyu with a half-smile, then walked to that position calmly and sat down calmly.

At this moment, except for Wang Anyuan who didn't know what was going on, everyone's expressions changed. Some of the princes' disciples snorted coldly on the spot, and many others showed uncontrollable angry expressions.

Shang Xianyu narrowed his eyes slightly and walked back to his seat while still maintaining a decent demeanor, but his evaluation of Yu Ling in his heart was once again raised to a higher level.

Under such circumstances, if Wen Wei dared to sit there openly, he was either stupid and daring, or he really had the strength and confidence, and Shang Tianyu was more inclined to the latter.

"I'm honored to invite Brother Wen Wei today. This dinner will be a highlight. Everyone enjoys it, no need to be polite." Shang Zhenyu said with a smile.

Zhen Yao remained silent, but frowned slightly, as if he felt that Yu Ling's move was unwise.

However, Xue Caiwei's eyes flashed with a strange light, watching this turbulent confrontation with interest, as if she was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

"I almost forgot that there are several entertainment programs today." Shang Xianyu clapped his hands gently, and a group of warblers and swallows appeared from nowhere, each wearing silk and brocade clothes, with delicate makeup on their faces.

, but summer lotuses and autumn chrysanthemums each have their own merits.

Several girls wearing Liuyun palace attire and tassel accessories also entered the venue holding guqins. The strings vibrated slightly and played a Zen tune as clear as the mountains and flowing water.

However, just as a fairy music played, a discordant voice came from outside the venue: "Huh? Why is no one waiting for me?"

Then the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the girls who were playing and dancing all showed panic, and stepped aside with lowered eyebrows, not daring to make any more noise.

I saw a young man in gold and red attire holding his chin high, arms folded, and walking casually into the dinner venue. Although he did not look like a rogue, he obviously did not have the demeanor of an upper-class noble.

But such an unsociable guy is actually the eldest son of Duke Haiming - Jiang Yuemou.

In terms of talent, he was only in the late stage of Rongxu when he was twenty-six or seven years old, and he could only be regarded as just passing the passing mark among this group of princes' children; in terms of character, although he did not bully men, dominate women, and kill innocent people indiscriminately, he was an uneducated and unskilled person.

Disciple; in terms of ability, he accidentally wanted to do a big business on a whim and ended up losing all 10 million star coins. This ability is quite impressive.

I don’t know if it’s because they can’t be richer than three generations. Both Haiming Gong and his father were once unparalleled geniuses in the southern region. They made the Haiming Jiang family prosperous and firmly occupied the throne of the first grand duke. However, in Jiang Yuemou’s generation,

One is not as good as the other. In comparison, Jiang Yuemou is still the most "outstanding".

Rumors have long been circulating in the southern region about this, saying that Duke Haiming is extremely disappointed with his son, and plans to give Zhen Yao a surname in a few years, adopt him as his adopted son, and then pass the title of Grand Duke to him. But I know a little about Duke Haiming.

A little bit of everyone

Disdainful of such rumors, because the princes in the southern region care very much about blood, and Duke Haiming is a very conservative person. Even if he passes the throne to a bastard, there is no way that Zhen Yao can become the next Grand Duke.

However, this kind of rumor at least reflects the fact that no one takes Jiang Shizi seriously. At today's party, when everyone saw Zhen Yao coming, they subconsciously ignored Jiang Yuemou's existence.

As a result, a very embarrassing situation occurred at this moment - Jiang Yuemou actually had no place to sit.

"Brother Jiang, I'm really sorry. I sent someone to invite you before, but found that you were not there, so I thought that you might have something urgent, so it would be better not to disturb you. If I had known that you would come to the banquet, we would have waited for everyone to come.

Let’s start again.” Shang Xianyu stood up with a sincere look on his face.

Jiang Yuemou waved his hand impatiently: "Come on, you are just talking nonsense to me. I have a lot of people and I don't bother to argue with you."

He walked straight past Shang Tianyu, glanced at Zhen Yao, and stopped after taking a few steps: "What's going on? You didn't leave a place for me?"

There was silence on the field. Zhen Yao hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up and stepped aside, saying calmly: "Your Highness, please take a seat."

Jiang Yuemou frowned, pressed his right hand and said, "Sit, sit, sit, what are you doing when you get up? I don't believe it, so many people don't even have a seat?"

He looked around, his eyes naturally locked on Yu Ling, strode up to him, and said carelessly: "Get up! Who allowed you to sit here? This position obviously belongs to me."

As he spoke, he looked at everyone in a threatening manner: "Do you have any objections?"

Everyone hurriedly drank tea and chatted, pretending not to hear.

Jiang Yuemou was very satisfied with their reaction. Seeing that Yu Ling was motionless, he couldn't help but stare and said, "What are you doing? You're still here and won't leave, right?"

Wang Anyuan couldn't help but said: "Prince Jiang, everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis. Is it reasonable for you to insist on occupying other people's positions?"

"Who do you think you are? You're lucky enough to be a disciple of the Emperor of the Formation. It's amazing. You two have the most humble backgrounds in the audience. How dare you sit here so openly?" Jiang Yuemou sneered.

Shang Xianyu couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, and he thought something bad was going on. Although he deliberately found someone to restrain Jiang Yuemou and made him a step late, he didn't expect that the latter was so arrogant that he was defying heaven and earth. Even Wang Anyuan also

And scolded him.

Before he could smooth things over, Wang Anyuan had already stood up, blushing and looking at Jiang Yuemou: "Say it again?!"

"Ha." Jiang Yuemou sneered, picked up a cup of scalding tea from the table beside him, raised his chin arrogantly, and said contemptuously: "You don't deserve it!"

Before he finished speaking, he poured the tea out fiercely. Although Wang Anyuan had a premonition of his action, he tripped over the chair behind him when he tried to dodge, and was about to be splashed hard.

At the critical moment, a plate spun and flew diagonally, blocking the door in front of Wang Anyuan, knocking the tea and teacup aside. If Jiang Yuemou hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been scratched.

one time.

"You..." Jiang Yuemou jumped back two or three steps and stared at Yu Ling with burning eyes: "Wen Wei! Who gave you the courage to show off in front of my son?!"

"Want to take action? I will accompany you to the end." Yu Ling pressed her hands on the table and slowly stood up, spreading the Tao Yun bit by bit and surrounding Jiang Yuemou.

Jiang Yuemou's face gradually turned from red to blue, and then from blue to white. A mouthful of sweet blood had already rushed to his throat, but he was suppressed by Yu Ling's Qi and could not move.

"It seems that you don't welcome us, and I'm not interested in wasting time here. How about we stay out of sight and out of mind." Yu Ling winked at Wang Anyuan and walked towards the door of the venue first.

When passing by Shang Tianyu, Yu Ling stopped deliberately and glanced at him lightly: "Thank you, Prince Shang, for your hospitality."

Shang Xianyu opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond. He could only watch Yu Ling and Wang Anyuan leave the venue one after another.

Although his goal has basically been achieved, for some reason, Yu Ling's look before leaving always made Shang Xianyu feel a little uneasy.

Jiang Yuemou also recovered from the state of being on the verge of suffocation, and said furiously: "What a bastard! Zhen Yao, go and call my prince's personal guards. Today I must let that Wen Wei know how powerful I am!"

Zhen Yao sighed: "Your Highness, please calm down. Now is not the time to take action against him."

"Then you just watch my prince being kicked in the nose by a despicable ant? Are you afraid of the champion of the exchange meeting? He is just a pariah on the frontier, and you are not worthy of carrying my prince's shoes!" Jiang Yuemou was furious.

typical.

"Brother Jiang, please be patient." Shang Xianyu's voice sounded gently: "It seems that it was a mistake to invite Wen Fei here today. I didn't expect him to be so disrespectful..."

Jiang Yuemou snorted and interrupted: "This Wen Wei thinks that because he has won the championship, he can ignore all of us. It is the biggest mistake to let such a pariah with no etiquette and upbringing appear in this venue!

"

"Brother Jiang, please calm down, it's because you didn't think carefully." Shang Chunyu said apologetically.

"Oh, how could you endure it if it were you? And you guys who are watching the show! Do you think you can just hang up if it doesn't concern you? Wen Wei doesn't even look down on me. If it were you next time, he would be even more

I'll humiliate you into the crevices of the mud!" Jiang Yuemou glanced at everyone dissatisfied.

"What does Prince Jiang mean?" Ning Xianggong's legitimate son said with twinkling eyes.
Chapter completed!