The three got on the carriage, Xie Han's body was bumped and his hips hurt from the rocky carriage, Nailu wrapped itself around its host trying to ease the low pressure radiating from his delicate brows.
After delaying for a while, the carriage stopped in front of a high-profile building. There were two large lions in front of the door, and the scarlet Tibet arches barred unworthy entrance.
Cecilia looked at the procession of distinct soldiers and felt even more excited.
After handing over the nameplate and entering the mansion, Xie Han was sure that this must be some high official's house, because the mansion was so big; there are many corridors, with arched bridges and rockeries built in every corner.
He squinted his eyes lazily like a charming cat and the sunlight flickered through the translucent fingertips used to block the harsh glare.
Lady Ann spoke with a smile, "This man's mansion belongs to a former aristocratic family. They donated it to the king and it is now being used as a gathering base for nobles. Today's poetry party is set up by the son of Duke Leon Arvin, to entertain some young talents."
Xie Han raised his eyelids and glanced at Lady Ann lightly, nodding to indicate he understood.
A small maid brought them into a courtyard, and there were already small groups of people sitting in the courtyard. The smell of peach blossom tea and sweet pastries quickly attracted his attention.
Lady Ann noticed this, the drooping and half-closed eyes, seemed to have lifted and displayed his emotions vividly.
So she said with a chortle: "Heimu, the cakes here are known to be delivered fresh from the royal kitchen. You must be hungry, let's go over and have a few."
Xie Han made a "hmm" sound, with a slightly lazy tone.
He is indeed hungry.
But not literally hungry.
The plump red lips were bitten faintly, and the long eyelashes fluttered hiding the hungry light underneath.
Lady Ann stood to her words and walked over with the two.
As soon as she arrived, they heard a sharp voice saying in a strange yin and yang tone, "I wonder who has such a big face to mingle here considering their inferior blood. "
The speaker was a tall woman, her complexion was white and she held a fan to her face but the revealed features were sarcastic and sharp.
Just after she finished speaking, a woman in green next to her said, "Lady Ann, come over and sit down." She ignored the words of the other woman and pointed to a seat beside her with a great smile.
Xie Han heard Cecilia mutter beside him "Why is Baron Nore here? If I knew it earlier, I would have just pushed this invitation."
He raised a brow,
"I heard that your husband has just been demoted from the 4th rank to the 5th rank. It's not that I doubt you but why does it seem that only after your marriage that the Dukes family seem to be getting worse and worse."
Lady Ann didn't seem to care at all and still held a bright smile.
But this Baron seemed to like this kind of high-spirited tone that makes others speechless, and said, "But I heard that someone is not very favored at home?"
Xie Han immediately felt the air pressure fall, Lady Ann could no longer hold a smile and with a cold tone she spoke, "It's not good to pry in others' business."
The shrewish woman pulled her lips and seemed to have just noticed his presence, "Eh! Who is this? A new servant? Aren't they not allowed"
They were all of high status and no one would bring a servant to stand before others, therefore this seemingly innocent assumption was completely stepping on his dignity.
Xie Han smiled and didn't correct her, but just gave him a lazy smile.
He and the others were originally close, but at this moment, he suddenly leaned closer, lowered his head slightly, and breathed almost onto the Baron's face.
As soon as she raised his head, she saw a face full of aggressive beauty enlarged in front of her eyes.
She subconsciously leaned back half a step, but his heel accidentally hit the table, and her body fell backward.
Xie Han reached out and grabbed her.
"Why are you so careless," he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, as if joking, "Am I frightening?"
Barron Nore swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"No...no, I'm fine."
After she stood firm, he let go of her hand, took a half step back, and opened the distance between the two.
At this moment, Cecilia showed a small head from behind Lady Ann, and asked with a puzzled face, "Sister, aren't servants not allowed?:
Then she pointed a slender finger to the platform above, "This lady seems to have brought servant, do you want to go and remind her?"
Everyone watching the farce, looked at the high platform and couldn't help but be stunned, that lady was the wife of Duke Horan, and the owner of this mansion..could she not be allowed to bring servants?
The underlying meaning of Cecilia's words was very clear. Just now, the Baron said not to bring servants, also subtly insulting Heimu, so since that is so they should quickly remind the other woman.
The face of the Baron darkened, the one sitting on the platform was the protagonist. They were here just to accompany her. How dare she point fingers?
The people looked at each other and sat down quietly.
The woman in green next to them came over, "Sister Ann, "Can you introduce me to this handsome young man?"
Cecilia's excited voice came from the other end, "This is my brother, He's been out to learning and has just come back home."
The lady smiled gently, "What a fine boy, I have a son who is just about his age, maybe you can meet him soon .."
Cecilia nodded her head happily, "Don't you know, my brother has learned the arts for years, he is very
proficient."
"Cecilia," Xie Han finally said in a lazy voice, "The event is starting."
Others also noticed it when a thin and tall man suddenly took the stage, "Ladies and Gentlemen, today's poetry party will be centered around the theme: Pleasure."
The woman in green wrinkled her brow, "It's not that it's hard to implement but if the poem is accused of being crass and facetious, then it'll be a stain on one's reputation."
Cecilia was a little impatient, "Why did they have to choose this?"
There are several women and scholars next to them, probably together, but they were also anxious.
Rumors have spread that today, someone noble will come here so they must perform well.
But now, don't talk about being good, maybe they might make a fool of themselves.
But the more urgent they are, the more useless it is.
At this time, the Baron spoke maliciously, "What's the hurry? Isn't there a talented girl from our common people? She is the eldest daughter of a great merchant family."
After speaking, she looked at Lady Ann with a sneer.
Lady Ann was also speechless, she would not have come if she knew she would be here earlier, with the strange hostility and resentment, there was no way to find common grounds.
Others are also of a higher status, so she doesn't dare to fight.
The so-called civilian talented woman, doesn't it mean that her family has no power and status?
This Baron kept talking endlessly, like a fly, and suddenly he felt like flies are buzzing on the cakes
In the round of applause that followed, the poetry party began.
A fresh cool breeze blew and with a strange intuition Xie Han looked up, just in time for the curtains covering a platform up above to be lifted, and the face of its occupants were built shown.
It was a very tall man.
The long silver hair was tied up at will, and it was loosely scattered behind his head like silky satin.
A pair of long and narrow eyes were a rare blood red, with pale skin and flawless facial features, and can only make people sigh at the preference of God when he created him.
He was dressed in a pale white suit, tall and slim, like a handsome and perfect sculpture in a temple.
He didn't expect to be so caught off guard...
This time, he couldn't control his excitement at all, his ears flushed, and the tip of his tongue licked the corners of his lips unconsciously.
The curtains fell back.
Xie Han just looked at the hands briefly revealed from behind the curtain and whispered.
"So beautiful."
It looks... yummy too
The handsome man looked at the falling red curtain and frowned slightly, some doubts flashed in his cold red eyes.
The man beside him took a bite of pastry and asked casually, "The quality of the nobles each year is getting lower and lower."
"Prince Edward."
His voice was magnetic and hoarse, like an expensive, heavy double-bass, or a beautiful red velvet carpet in the dark. It gives people a sense of fear and oppression with the slightly cold monotone.
Prince Edward in his mouth also froze and felt the temperature of the drop, his Adams Adam's bobbed nervously and the piece of pastry was all stuck in his throat,
The silver-haired man did not get angry immediately, he sat on the sofa, his tight legs wrapped in a suit folded elegantly, and his shoes were shiny.
His voice didn't have any emotional ups and downs either, it was as cold as an ice cellar, and it made one's heart chill: "Close your mouth"