Later, a young man dressed as a scholar appeared and recited a famous poem widely known in this world.
Unknowingly, more than half an hour had passed.
Prince Jin excused himself, taking Princess Consort with him. The banquet was left in the hands of a manor steward.
But since everyone had come for Prince Jin, once he left, no one felt like staying much longer.
Brother Chu, why don’t we find a place to have a few drinks?" Jackson Wenren suggested.
Sure!
Ian Song nodded in agreement.
Just as their group was about to leave the hall, a figure blocked their way.
Young Master Zhang, this is Prince Jin’s Manor—please restrain yourself!
Before Ian Song could speak, Rhea Yan spoke up first.
Hmph!
Brian Zhang snorted coldly, then glared at Ian Song: "Chu Fan, just wait—within three years, I’ll personally defeat you and make you kneel and beg for mercy!"
With that, Brian Zhang didn’t give Ian Song a chance to respond and strode away.
Idiot!
Ian Song curled his lip speechlessly, not taking the challenge seriously at all.
Just as everyone was about to leave Prince Jin’s Manor, a steward arrived: "Young Master Chu, Prince Jin requests your presence!"
No time!
Ian Song replied calmly.
The steward was stunned, and Jackson Wenren, Victor Wang and the others were all surprised.
Brother Chu, maybe Prince Jin has something important for you—why not go see him?" Victor Wang advised.
Yeah, Brother Chu, Prince Jin has a good reputation—you might as well go." Jackson Wenren chimed in.
Ian Song pretended to be reluctant and agreed: "Alright, but as for drinking..."
No worries, we’ll meet up next time!" Victor Wang waved his hand.
Yeah, there’ll be plenty of chances in the future!
Led by the steward, Ian Song arrived at a lakeside pavilion. Seated inside was not Prince Jin Ning Yue, but Princess Consort Zhu Hongluan—his birth mother.
You may all withdraw. I have important matters to discuss with Young Master Chu. No one may approach within three hundred steps!' Zhu Hongluan glanced at Ian Song, then ordered coldly.
Hearing this, Ian Song’s lips curled into a playful smile. He was curious to see what medicine Zhu Hongluan was selling in her gourd.
And so, the long-separated mother and son finally met alone, setting the stage for an emotionally charged and politically dangerous reunion.
Please take your seats, everyone." Prince Jin said with a smile, gesturing for everyone to sit.
Thank you, Prince Jin.
Everyone thanked him in unison.
Let’s begin!
Prince Jin gave the order, and a group of girls in pink dresses entered, accompanied by silk and bamboo music, dancing gracefully to the melody.
These dancers were chosen from thousands, outstanding in both appearance and skill. Even the well-traveled young elites couldn’t help but be captivated.
But Ian Song remained completely indifferent.
He’d seen countless performances—none of this was new to him. After all, what kind of dances hadn’t he witnessed in the Main World?
After the dance, the dancers withdrew, and Prince Jin Ning Yue and Princess Consort Zhu Hongluan raised their glasses to toast everyone.
Everyone raised their glasses in return.
Next, Ning Yue chatted with the guests with a smile, and the second round of performances began. This time, it was a group of soldiers in bright armor performing a sword dance to urgent, powerful drumbeats, stirring the audience’s blood.
After that came solo guqin pieces, flute-zither ensembles, and other performances.
Later, a young man dressed as a scholar appeared and recited a famous poem widely known in this world.
Unknowingly, more than half an hour had passed.
Prince Jin excused himself, taking Princess Consort with him. The banquet was left in the hands of a manor steward.
But since everyone had come for Prince Jin, once he left, no one felt like staying much longer.
Brother Chu, why don’t we find a place to have a few drinks?" Jackson Wenren suggested.
Sure!
Ian Song nodded in agreement.
Just as their group was about to leave the hall, a figure blocked their way.
Young Master Zhang, this is Prince Jin’s Manor—please restrain yourself!
Before Ian Song could speak, Rhea Yan spoke up first.
Hmph!
Brian Zhang snorted coldly, then glared at Ian Song: "Chu Fan, just wait—within three years, I’ll personally defeat you and make you kneel and beg for mercy!"
With that, Brian Zhang didn’t give Ian Song a chance to respond and strode away.
Idiot!
Ian Song curled his lip speechlessly, not taking the challenge seriously at all.
Just as everyone was about to leave Prince Jin’s Manor, a steward arrived: "Young Master Chu, Prince Jin requests your presence!"
No time!
Ian Song replied calmly.
The steward was stunned, and Jackson Wenren, Victor Wang and the others were all surprised.
Brother Chu, maybe Prince Jin has something important for you—why not go see him?" Victor Wang advised.
Yeah, Brother Chu, Prince Jin has a good reputation—you might as well go." Jackson Wenren chimed in.
Ian Song pretended to be reluctant and agreed: "Alright, but as for drinking..."
No worries, we’ll meet up next time!" Victor Wang waved his hand.
Yeah, there’ll be plenty of chances in the future!
Led by the steward, Ian Song arrived at a lakeside pavilion. Seated inside was not Prince Jin Ning Yue, but Princess Consort Zhu Hongluan—his birth mother.
You may all withdraw. I have important matters to discuss with Young Master Chu. No one may approach within three hundred steps!' Zhu Hongluan glanced at Ian Song, then ordered coldly.
Hearing this, Ian Song’s lips curled into a playful smile. He was curious to see what medicine Zhu Hongluan was selling in her gourd.
And so, the long-separated mother and son finally met alone, setting the stage for an emotionally charged and politically dangerous reunion.