So how did King Conchobar come to know these things?
Could it be that he's fostering a pair of perceptive ears?
Seeing the shock on Jiang Lu's face, King Conchobar's smile grew even wider, seemingly very satisfied with his reaction.
"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you, and you should be glad that you have never spoken ill of me behind my back. Otherwise, even if you were a harp prodigy, our conversation wouldn't be so amiable, and perhaps you wouldn't even have had the chance to perform at the luncheon, meaning we wouldn't be meeting here."
"Then where would it be?"
"The dungeon? The gallows? Who knows?" King Conchobar said reassuringly as he patted Jiang Lu's shoulder, "But since it's something that didn't happen, don't dwell on it."
Jiang Lu adjusted his emotions, gave a slight nod to show he understood.
To tell the truth, he was indeed tempted at first when King Conchobar invited him to the court.
