"A banquet? Whose banquet?"
In another inn in Wagang Village, Zhu Ling'Er held a gold-embossed invitation between her fingers, a hint of confusion in her bright eyes:
"9 p.m.? Inviting me, Wulang, and Master Li.
What is He Qilang planning?"
She sat by the window, her slender brows like a crescent moon. She had just heard that Zhu Shou Rang and He Jingfeng had clashed, creating an ugly commotion.
It doesn't make sense, for He Qilang to immediately turn around and host a banquet of reconciliation.
"Did Xiaowu also receive an invitation?"
Zhu Ling'Er asked softly.
"Yes, Fifth Young Master hasn't replied yet, he's waiting to see what Second Miss thinks."
The little maid attending her replied.
"I'm not interested. Xiaowu and that He Family Qilang, they both are like wolves, with bad temperament and too many misdeeds.
Their feud is none of my business, lest Xiaowu uses me as a scapegoat and shields him from trouble later."
