The whole audience was shocked.

Even the person who was sprayed couldn't say a word in astonishment.

They said that the demonic sect had no manners, but Zhao Changhe was the one who truly lacked manners! Uh, no, what does it have to do with you whether Xia Chichi is your wife or not?

Rosefinch stood on the roof in the distance, looking at the entrance of the banquet hall with a shocked expression.

As a demonic sect, the Four Elephant Sect had certainly offended many people. It was not surprising that someone would cause trouble when the saintess participated in such a banquet. Maybe there were even people with grievances among them. Although it was unlikely that Xia Chichi was the cause, as she had never done such a thing before, it was normal for someone to provoke her.

A few days ago, Xia Chichi had said, "What should I do if I'm being bullied?" At that time, Rosefinch had replied, "You have the most reliable support inside."

But Rosefinch didn't expect that Zhao Changhe's protection of Xia Chichi would be so explosive. It seemed that in his eyes, there was no difference between bullying Xia Chichi and slapping him directly.

Although Zhao Changhe had a notorious reputation in the martial world, he had already begun to gain a reputation as a hero and didn't care at all.

No wonder Xia Chichi couldn't forget him and had a headache.

Amidst the shock, the person finally spoke coldly, "Everyone says that Zhao Changhe has already left the Blood God Sect, and he can send weak women home and kill Maitreya's vanguard. He should belong to the righteous path. But now it seems that he is not only still a gangster in the martial world, but the matter of leaving the Blood God Sect is also questionable... Is the Four Elephant Sect your superior? Otherwise, why are you so eager to show off in front of your master?"

Zhao Changhe sneered, "I have always been a gangster in the martial world. Who has the patience to pretend with you? Speaking of manners, how others dress is their own freedom. The host didn't say anything, so when is it your turn to butt in? Is this your idea of manners? Tell me your name and see whose child lacks manners."

"You!" The person stood up and pointed at Zhao Changhe, about to say something, but the young man at the main seat finally smiled slightly, "This is my birthday banquet. Let's not make a scene here and give me some face."

The person looked at Wang Zhaoling in surprise, and Wang Zhaoling smiled unchanged.

The person could only sit back down reluctantly and didn't say anything more.

Both Zhao Changhe and Xia Chichi noticed this detail and smiled in their hearts.

There was no such idiot who would cause trouble regardless of the occasion. Even if there was a grudge with the Four Elephant Sect, it wouldn't be to this extent. Moreover, Xia Chichi didn't even recognize this person. Where did the grudge come from? The real enemies were obviously holding back... It was obvious that this person's actions were under Wang Zhaoling's instructions.

There was absolutely no other reason for these instructions except to test Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe's identity should be a matter of extreme caution for the Wang family.

Whether it was to test Zhao Changhe's relationship with Xia Chichi or his temperament, had it been tested now?

Well, it would be best if he was regarded as a rude and reckless man. This character was so useful.

Zhao Changhe raised his voice even louder, "I am willing to give the host face. It seems that it's not me who lacks manners, but the one who barks before the host. Who is this person?"

The person glared angrily, and Wang Zhaoling waved his hand, "This is my good friend, Lu Bingcheng from the Lu family in Fanyang. He ranks twentieth on the Qianlong list. Brother Lu is also protecting my face. After all, regular banquets indeed don't require masks. I forgot about the Four Elephant Sect's habits for a moment. I apologize on behalf of Brother Lu. Let's all take a step back and take our seats, shall we?"

Zhao Changhe secretly admired Wang Zhaoling's cleverness. It wasn't that the Lu family was powerful, but Wang Zhaoling's attitude was powerful.

Although the name of Lu Bingcheng from Fanyang was intimidating, in fact, this Lu family in this world was not as good as the Tang family, and even worse, they were not even on the Earth list. Compared to the Wang family, they were not even in the same league.

How could Wang Zhaoling, who behaved like this, be an arrogant and domineering young master? Wasn't he treating Lu Bingcheng like a close brother?

Including Zhao Changhe himself, it didn't matter if he had been impulsive just now. If he still insisted on causing trouble now, it would be unreasonable in the eyes of others.

He turned his head to see how Xia Chichi would respond, but he saw the little tiger standing quietly by her side, completely leaving it to him to handle. When she saw him looking over, there was a smile in her beautiful eyes, as if to say, "It's up to you."

Zhao Changhe smiled and bowed, "I, a rough man, have no manners. I made everyone laugh."

Wang Zhaoling said, "Take a seat as you please. There is no seating arrangement."

After such a long time, Zhao Changhe had already seen the situation in the hall. It was a large banquet hall, but there were not many seats. Wang Zhaoling sat in the main seat, and the tables and chairs on both sides extended all the way to the entrance, each with a single person and a single table.

The vast area behind the tables and chairs was filled with musicians and dance troupes, who were preparing to perform.

Saying that seating was at will seemed casual, unlike the characteristics of noble families that emphasized rank and status. But thinking about it, there was no other way—Cui Yuanyang was here. According to the Qianlong ranking, she was in the nineties. Should her seat be placed further back? The Cui family would never let it go. But if she sat in the seat of an honored guest on the left or right, how would the others who ranked higher than her see it? Was this a Qianlong banquet or a family banquet?

In the end, it was best to sit at will, which appeared free and generous.

Zhao Changhe looked for a seat on the left and right and immediately noticed Cui Yuanyang.

The little girl had already arrived at the hall. Of course, she hadn't sat in the first guest seat but chose to sit in the middle position. It seemed that she was really in the ninety-ninth position of the Qianlong list. She sat there quietly, pouring tea for herself. The previous farce seemed to be completely out of her sight, and the seating arrangement was even more insignificant. With her eyebrows lowered and her quiet and elegant demeanor, she was truly a noble young lady.

Some people secretly glanced at her with a hint of admiration, but no one dared to sit next to her.

Zhao Changhe's cheek twitched, and he almost laughed out loud.

Who said she couldn't act? At least playing the role of a noble young lady was her basic skill since childhood. But why did she act so out of character?

He thought about it and felt that his character was also very simple to play. He directly walked to the empty seat on Cui Yuanyang's right, sat down with a slight embarrassment, and seemed to want to look at Cui Yuanyang but felt a little embarrassed, so he lowered his head to look at the table.Xia Chichi was stunned for a moment before realizing that this person was playing the role of a martial artist who wanted to eat swan meat but was driven away. If he had the chance to stay by Miss Cui's side, he would naturally not be polite. His expression was vivid and lifelike. When did he receive special training in acting?

Even more surprising was that Cui Yuanyang raised her eyes slightly and glanced quickly at the unexpected guest beside her. She seemed a little flustered and shy, her cheeks unconsciously turning red. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and slowly drank from her teacup, trying to hide her embarrassment. She looked just like a young lady who was being pursued by a persistent suitor and didn't know what to do.

Xia Chichi finally "hmphed" and sat down to the right of Zhao Changhe.

He had just stood up for his wife, but in the blink of an eye, he became the one causing trouble. Xia Chichi gritted her teeth and silently adjusted the emerald hairpin on her head, realizing that she didn't know what to say.

Many people were paying attention to this, including Wang Zhaoling. Seeing this scene, everyone found it a bit funny. They thought Zhao Changhe was quite strange. His ranking wasn't high, and his cultivation wasn't outstanding, but as soon as he appeared, he automatically attracted everyone's attention, as if he were the protagonist on a stage.

Wang Zhaoling intentionally said, "Sister Yuanyang, would it be convenient for you to sit next to me?"

"No, there's no need." Cui Yuanyang whispered, "This is the banquet of the Qianlongs. We should follow the Qianlong order. Yuanyang is just the ninety-ninth position, so it's not appropriate to sit in a high position."

Wang Zhaoling replied, "There's no such rule."

"Yuanyang thinks otherwise." Cui Yuanyang glanced at Zhao Changhe again and lowered her head, "Besides, Brother Zhao has shown kindness to Yuanyang..."

She paused, as if she had made a difficult decision, and solemnly bowed to Zhao Changhe, "Yuanyang greets Brother Zhao. It's been a long time, and you still look as impressive as ever. Yuanyang is not very pleased."

Xia Chichi made a hissing sound, her teeth almost hurting.

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded, remembering what he had said a few days ago about "your acting skills are not good enough." Now he felt that he was not a protagonist at all, but a clown.

Wang Zhaoling chuckled and said, "If the information we know is correct, Xia Shengnu and Brother Zhao also have some connection, right? That's why Brother Zhao was so angry just now."

Zhao Changhe was sweating coldly, but he heard Xia Chichi, who had been silent all this time, finally speak in a calm tone, "Prince Wang, is this Qianlong banquet just for inquiring about the personal affairs of the Qianlongs?"

Wang Zhaoling laughed and said, "No, the banquet hasn't started yet. Many people haven't arrived, so we're just chatting casually."

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"If it's just casual chatting, can I join in?" Xia Chichi leisurely said, "I heard that the Cui and Wang families are in the process of arranging a marriage. Does Prince Wang have any intention of marrying Miss Cui?"

Zhao Changhe pricked up his ears. He didn't know if Xia Chichi was trying to provoke Cui Yuanyang or if she was asking the question he was most concerned about.

But Wang Zhaoling laughed and said, "There's no such thing as marrying into the family. Although my family has a close relationship with the Cui family, we are not bound together. It's rare for us to do such things."

In other words, the marriage of each of their children corresponded to a political resource. His marriage could bring in another ally, so there was no need to repeat the same family.

Xia Chichi nodded and didn't say much. Zhao Changhe felt relieved. If you don't have any intentions towards Yuanyang, then we have no grudges. Even if you want to be independent, theoretically, it has nothing to do with us.

But Wang Zhaoling laughed again and said, "However, there are many young talents who admire Sister Yuanyang. Brother Zhao, as soon as you arrived, you became the center of attention, and there must be a reason for that. It's a bit... provoking, haha."

"Bang!" A sound of a wine jug hitting the table came from the corner. Situ, who was drunk, shouted in a drunken voice, "Where's the wine? Who the fuck has the patience to listen to this play? If there's no wine, I'm leaving!"

Zhao Changhe secretly praised him for coming at the right time.

All this probing and insincere conversation was annoying. What exactly did the Wang family want to do? It would be better to reveal their intentions now.

His identity was sensitive, and it was not appropriate for him to speak like this, even if he played the role of a grass-roots person. On the other hand, this drunkard pretended to be crazy while drunk, and what he said was just right.

At this moment, a large group of people came in from outside. The so-called Qianlong banquet didn't have two hundred and fifty people attending. In reality, there were only dozens of people, and now almost everyone had arrived.

Wang Zhaoling also stopped smiling and said calmly, "Actually, many people guessed that this banquet was for sword fighting and so on... I'm not satisfied with that. There is indeed a part of it that is for sword fighting, but perhaps no one believes that my true intention is simply to meet the heroes of the world."

"We may have abundant resources, but it's not convenient for us to gain experience. Once we go out, there are dangers everywhere, and the malicious intent is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Isn't that right, Xia Shengnu?" Wang Zhaoling apologized to Xia Chichi with a smile, indicating that it was just a joke. He continued, "If we bring strong guards, the meaning of gaining experience is lost. If we don't bring guards, our families won't agree. I believe Sister Yuanyang must understand this."

"So, we join the Qianlongs. Perhaps it's easier for us than ordinary people due to our family background, but it becomes difficult for us to break through the limits of mortals and explore the secrets of the hidden treasures. Not to mention making friends with heroes from all over the world, it has become a luxury. Besides hosting banquets, what else can we do?"

After saying such a long speech, someone finally asked, "If the prince wants to invite guests and make friends, wouldn't it be better to invite them politely without setting various thresholds? It's unnecessary to weigh and close the door. Making friends is impossible, and it will only offend people."

Wang Zhaoling laughed heartily, "Even if I, Wang, am arrogant, I can't even handle the calculations of my servants, so it's not worth making friends with them. As for closing the door, it has another meaning. Please forgive me for keeping you in suspense. Of course, if anyone is unhappy, I apologize."

Wang Zhaoling stood up, raised his cup, and punished himself with three cups. Then he turned the cup upside down and said with a smile, "If we talk about sword fighting, not only do I want to try, but don't you all have the desire to spar with each other? We are all on the Qianlong list, but it's rare for us to meet each other from different regions. When Brother Yuanyang wanted to challenge Yue Hongling, how many people were mobilized to find out where Yue Hongling was and then traveled a long distance to Beimang? It was quite inconvenient, wasn't it?"Situxiao finally lifted his head from his wine cup, his eyes gleaming with sharpness.

Wang Zhaoling announced loudly, "Central Plains Hidden Dragon, a grand gathering of wine and martial arts discussion in Langya! If this event is successful, the Wang family of Langya is willing to host such a swordsmanship discussion every few years. I wonder if everyone is interested?"

The crowd responded enthusiastically, "Great idea!"

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly, looking down at the wine cup on the table, his eyes deep and rippling with mystery.

This Wang family, what wild ambitions they have.