"Isn't Duke Du unwell?" The other person asked curiously. "Why are you here to join in the fun today?"
Mr. Du Yu? So it was the case of the two powerful families present to make some sort of declarations. The Du family led by Du Yuan, and the Li family led by nouveau riche Li Jiuhua, who was known as the richest man in Suzhou. Both Li and Du were in endless competition, whether in business or in the next generation.
He was assassinated by a dead man of the Promise Sect while riding a horse. When Li Jiuhua saw Du Yu disappeared for several months, he thought that the man would definitely die, and he felt a bit more comforted. Even if the two families lost a son, it would be a tie. But he didn't expect Du Yu to come back safe and sound a few months later, making him very embarrassed.
Li Jiuhua's son, Li Wenzheng, was the most unlucky champion in history. He was assassinated by a dead man of the Promise Sect while riding a horse. When Li Jiuhua saw Du Yu disappeared for several months, he thought that the man would definitely die, and he felt a bit more comforted. Even if the two families lost a son, it would be a tie. But he didn't expect Du Yu to come back safe and sound a few months later, making him very embarrassed.
In fact, the Xie Mansion originally didn't invite these two families, but who knew that they would all showed up uninvited. Now that the guests had arrived at the door, Mr. Misty couldn't turn them back, but only let them in. After all, the visitor was also a guest, and the Xie family was not such an uneducated family.
Du Yu squinted at Li Jiuhua, snorted coldly, ignored him, walked straight to Mr. Misty, raised his wine glass and said respectfully. "Mr. Du respects Misty a cup, and wish Mr. Misty, longevity and prosperity."
Not to be outdone, Li Jiuhua offered a cup to Mr. Miso too, and said. "Mr. Li also respects Mr. Miao. May Mr. Misty as good as the East China Sea and live longer than Nanshan."
Are these two funny people here to sell cuteness and outdone each other? How could they even compare at a birthday? Zhao Ling couldn't help but suddenly received the gentle gaze of Meng Yuan looking at her. She felt a movement in her heart, but she was busy with a straight look, carefully observing Du Yu.
On the surface, Du Yu was no different from the rest. After Li Jiang finished the toast, he and Du Yu stepped forward at the same time, bowed their heads and continued to toast to Mr. Miary respectfully.
Zhao Ling stared at his movements, but suddenly found a cold light in Du Yu's hands.
It was a dagger!
She was taken aback and yelled. "Grandfather, be careful!" She ran to Mr. Misty at full speed.
But the hall was too noisy, and Zhao Ling's voice was not heard. Seeing that Du Yu had brought the dagger close in front of Mr. Miao, and everyone beside him hadn't noticed it, Zhao Ling really hated why she didn't take light work.
Fortunately, Meng Yuan seemed to have discovered an abnormality. Zhao Ling only felt that Changdong's figure behind him swayed, and with a clamming sound, Du Yu's dagger fell to the ground, and Changdong had already subdued Du Yu to the ground.
Very good! Zhao Ling felt that she had never been so grateful to Meng Yuan. If something goes wrong with Mr. Misty, how would she not feel bad?
All this happened so quickly. When everyone reacted, they saw the dagger on the ground and Du Yu who was overpowered, and finally realized what had happened, and was stunned for a while.
Du Yuanwai and Du Yang's faces were gray as they stared at Du Yu in bewilderment, as if it were hard to believe this was the truth. Xie Chun and Xie Mingyu guarded around Mr. Misty, and they also looked shocked.
In the next moment, Zhao Ling, Lu Ziqing and Fengze rushed to Mr. Miao at the same time.
"Grandfather, are you okay?" Zhao Ling asked.
Mr. Misty was calm as usual, and there was not much panic on his face. He patted Zhao Ling's hand and said to her, "Grandfather is okay."
While talking, the Yu family, Xie Mingfeng and Xie Yao also gathered around to greet Mr. Misty. The crowd surrounded Du Yu in the middle, and there was a lot of discussion.
"Keep it all to me!" Lu Ziqing shouted with a cold face.
After being stunned by his imposing scream, everyone was silent, and the hall was quiet for a while.
Lu Ziqing first stepped forward to check Du Yu's face to see if he was wearing a human skin mask. But not, this was really Du Yu. He sternly asked. "Why do you want to assassinate Mr. Misty?"
Under Changdong's control, Du Yu was forced to raise his face, but he didn't say a word, his eyes were as stagnant and dull as if he had lost his soul.
Could it be that this was another person whose mind was being controlled by the Wuji? Zhao Ling asked herself, startled. So, that meant the people from Promise Teaching were nearby?
"Since you're here, why be sneaky!" Meng Yuan's voice sounded coldly.
Afterwards, there was a sound of laughter like silver bells, "The inner strength of King Xuan is really deep, I admire him."
As the fragrant wind rushed and carried the sound of voice like jingle bells, a graceful young woman wearing a green garment and with a graceful figure fell from the sky. The woman revealed herself in front of the crowd. Standing beside the woman was a man in Xuanyi about thirty years old, with cold features and grim eyes.
With a careful look, Zhao Ling saw that the lady in green was the one who turned into listening to rain in Huayue Palace.
Ting Ting.