The Lover's Prattle

General Slag//1.2

He Weiwen had the most elite private room in Jingxiang Tower. His room was cleaned three times a day even when he did not eat there.

The meals are served at the fastest speed possible, and there is always a waiter outside at He Weiwen's beck and call. Currently, only He Weiwen and Hu Qingcheng were in the private room.

He Weiwen did not eat in a rushed or an abrasive manner as one would expect of a mighty general. When He Weiwen returned from the border, a group of displeased Confucians complained that this wild man was completely uncouth and had no manners. Since then, He Weiwen had been focused especially on refining his etiquette, and now his manners have reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Suddenly, halfway through the meal, their meal was suddenly interrupted.

The black-clothed soldiers behind the lady looked at the general with an anxious expression, and then kneeled at the door before one urgently explained, "General, Miss Hu is here."

Hu Qingcheng stood up with a dark expression and lectured Qingruo, "Where are your manners?"

Qingruo grinned, her long, silky hair trailing behind her. Her delicate face was bare, and her expression held both a graceful but overbearing demeanor. Accompanying her devious smile was a pair of shining dark eyes enshrouded by a pure aura.

Qingruo came and slapped the table, causing the dishes on top to shake. She stood imposingly and asked impatiently, "Why did you call me here?"

Hearing the unpleasant crashing sound of her white jade butterfly dropping on the table, He Weiwen directed his gaze towards the jewelry. Beside him, Hu Qingcheng was breathing heavily and trying not to faint from anger.

In the past, QIngruo was very obedient and learned from her etiquette teachers earnestly. What happened to her?

He Weiwen looked up at her and gently smiled, tolerating her attitude. In the blink of an eye, the two guards had grabbed ahold of her arms, pressed a knife against her throat, and forced her to kneel. The door of the private room was closed quietly, and Hu Qingcheng knelt down quickly and quietly with his gaze focused down.

He Weiwen looked at her.Qingruo was smiling with cherry red lips and bright teeth. Her dark eyes looked like black crystal shining in the sun.

As if she didn't feel the dagger on the neck that could kill her at any time, Qingruo turned her head and looked at the kneeling Hu Qingcheng, "Yo ~ my good brother, we meet again."

As she twisted her head, the dagger pierced the skin on her neck, and she began to bleed. A line of dazzling red blood appeared immediately.

She turned her head again and twitched her lips, looking like a bewitching demon. She complained, "General He, why won't you let me talk? Why did you call me here, was it so I could stand here and watch you eat?"

Her tone of voice was truly vexing. She spat the two words, General He, as if it was a curse.

At a lightning speed, He Weiwen's hand knocked down the dagger with his chopsticks. The dagger and chopsticks fell to the floor one after the other with a crisp sound. The dark guard who had previously taken the knife out knelt down to plead guilty, and the other followed immediately.

Qingruo stood up and shook her numb arms. To say that being forced to kneel down didn't hurt was completely false.

With a fearlessly arrogant smile, her gaze became even more provocative. "Does General have anything else that he would like to explain?" Her level of arrogance was unmatched. It was as if the one who almost had her head cut off a second ago was not her.

He Weiwen didn't answer and instead turned to look at Qi Qingcheng, who was still kneeling, "Bring her back." Hu Qingcheng bowed his head to the floor to thank the general for letting her go.

"Pei." Qingruo hit the table once more and raised her hand to catch the blood on her neck. When she wiped her hand on her clothes, the blood contrasted with the striking yellow garment she wore.

After violently closing the door of the private room, Qingruo turned to glare at Hu Qingcheng. Her words were vicious, "Hu Qingcheng, why didn't you just beg him to adopt you as his grandson at that point?"

"Bang." The room door was suddenly demolished, and the debris flew about.

He Weiwen spoke, "Next time ..." Everyone waited for him to finish, but nothing was said after that. His subordinates did not try to guess the rest of his sentence; they knew that if He Weiwen did not say anything, he was pretending as if he never heard it.

He Weiwen actually didn't know what he was going to say, because if he said to Hu Qingcheng to manage Qingruo well, would she even listen to him? Obviously not, so his speaking would be useless.

So what else can be said?

**

Because of her eyes,

I let her go.

She has beautiful eyes,

Vibrant,

... dazzling.

—— [Black Box]