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Chapter 202 Stealing Sangsang? Does he even deserve it?
The Ninth Prince was so startled by his words that he almost dropped his wine cup and instinctively looked across at the other side.

The gaze of that Duke of Jin's heir was somewhat rude.

But Seventh Brother, isn't talking about regicide a bit too much...?

"Seventh Brother is talking about Murong Jing..."

The Ninth Prince considered how to explain to Chu Jiang: "Didn't the Crown Prince recently take a concubine? I heard that my sister-in-law and Murong Jing were childhood sweethearts, and she was originally going to marry him, so..."

He winked and hinted, "Seventh Brother, you understand now. Without a beauty, one can only drown one's sorrows in alcohol. As for regicide... he probably doesn't have the guts."

Knowing that this seventh brother was aloof and didn't like socializing, and usually lived outside the palace and didn't interact with others, the ninth prince thought it was normal that he didn't understand these things.

Chu Jiang's lips curled into a cold smile: "Marry him? He's not worthy."

The Ninth Prince thought he had misheard. Looking at Chu Jiang, he was surprised and bewildered: "Brother, the way you're acting makes it seem like you're the one coveting your woman."

Just then, the voice of the Princess of Nanyue rang out again: "Is there anyone here who dares to come up and try?"

It turns out that in order to demonstrate the elephant's docility and obedience, the princess of Nanyue planned to find someone to perform with her.

Nan Xianyao's gaze swept over all the high-ranking officials and ministers present, finally settling on the Seventh Prince, who was the most handsome and had the most unruly demeanor.

A mysterious smile curved the corners of the young woman's lips beneath her veil. Just as she was about to speak, the man suddenly raised his voice: "Since Her Highness the Princess is here to choose a husband, naturally we should give all the talented young men present a chance. In my opinion..."

Chu Jiang paused in his lazy tone, his gaze sweeping across the red carpet-covered palace path and landing directly on the face of a male guest who seemed oblivious to the situation: "The heir of the Duke of Jin is quite good."

Those present instinctively followed his gaze.

Murong Jing raised his drunken eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, he met a pair of cold, gloomy, dark eyes.

A pair of fierce, similar eyes flashed through his chaotic mind.
His wine glass fell from his hand, and he abruptly stood up from his seat: "It's you! You are..."

Chu Jiang interrupted him calmly: "Since you've stood up, it means you agree. Go, Prince Murong, everyone is waiting for you."

"me……"

Upon suddenly finding the "murderer" he had been searching for, Murong Jing was so angry that he felt dizzy and his hands trembled, and for a moment he was unable to refute her.

If he hadn't met him today, he would never have imagined that the person who had repeatedly ambushed and beaten him would be the infamous Seventh Prince!

What grudge or grievance did he have against him?
He didn't know him at all!

Murong Jing was speechless for a long time. If he dragged it out any longer, it would be impolite. Duke Jin had to personally "point out" to him: "Alright, Jing, now that you're up, go upstairs. Don't let people think that the men of Daqi are untrustworthy."

Murong Jing had a bitter pill to swallow, wishing he could immediately expose Chu Jiang as the murderer who beat him, but under his father's stern gaze, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

This is not the right time to say these things.

In the end, he could only reluctantly agree: "Yes."

On the palace path, the moment Chu Jiang spoke, Princess Nan Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Although she wanted to choose him, she wasn't sure if he would cooperate.

She would never forget how cruel and tyrannical this man was on the battlefield; he was a born killer!
It wasn't until Chu Jiang called out Murong Jing that she managed to spare a little attention for him.

A question lingered in his mind: "Could it be that this person offended him?"

If that's the case, it's not that we can't tolerate it, after all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Moreover, it was the Duke of Jin's mansion, which controlled an army of 200,000.

Nan Yaoxian curled the corners of her lips slightly. Not bad either.

Murong Jing was thus inexplicably forced into this position.

As he walked, he even carried a faint smell of alcohol. "May I ask, Your Highness, how may I cooperate?"

The woman before me had a pair of beautiful, bright, and charming eyes that made me instinctively wonder what kind of face lay beneath her veil.

Upon hearing his question, the Princess of Nanyue smiled and said softly, "It's very simple. Please lie down on the ground, Your Highness. In a little while, it will dance around you with me. But I promise it won't hurt you."

Upon hearing this, some people in the audience gasped. With such a massive elephant body, stepping on it could be fatal.

In the original novel, in order to showcase the male protagonist's extraordinary courage, after Murong Jing was chosen, although he was surprised, he went on stage generously and cooperated with the performance of the Princess of Nanyue, winning a round of applause.

At this point, Murong Jing, though puzzled, still agreed.

Moreover, due to his recent ups and downs, he had acquired a melancholy and heavy demeanor, and his attitude towards the princess was very calm, not changing because of her status or beauty.

Little did he know that, in the eyes of a proud woman like the Princess of Nanyue, the more indifferent he was, the more it piqued her interest.

Upon hearing the words of the Southern Yue princess, Murong Jing also looked up and saw the elephant idly swinging its trunk.

He vaguely thought of someone: if she were here, she would be very happy to see such a peculiar elephant.

He could almost see the girl's gentle and quiet eyes even when she was happy.

But why didn't she appear in such a lively scene?

Even the Ninth Princess, who had been under house arrest, came out.

The Crown Prince... Could it be that the Crown Prince forbade her to come?

Murong Jing remained silent for a long time. Just when Nan Yaoxian thought he would refuse, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Immediately, people nearby cheered, "Good!" "A fine young man of our Great Qi!"

Nan Yaoxian's eyes, visible through her veil, still held a smile, but inwardly she was quite disdainful of the foolish Great Qi people!

The Ninth Prince couldn't help but sigh with regret: "Judging from Murong Jing's expression, he wasn't even moved by the most beautiful woman in Nan Yue. I'm really curious about what my sister-in-law looks like now. I wonder who's more beautiful, her or the princess..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold shout came from the side: "Shut up!"

His tone was extremely fierce, which startled him.

They looked at Chu Jiang with nervousness: No way, he was just curious about the Crown Prince's wife, what does it have to do with Seventh Brother?
It's not like I'm asking his wife.

"Seventh Brother, I didn't..."

Just as the Ninth Prince was about to explain, he suddenly heard the sound of a hand drum.

He looked over and saw several fairies dressed in colorful clothes, with flower baskets hanging from their waists, descending from the sky like fairies from Dunhuang, pulling snow-white sashes, with flowers falling like rain from their hands.

Princess Nanyue leaped lightly, her bare, delicate toes landing on the elephant's body.

Only then did everyone notice the clever trick hidden beneath the princess's dress: the layered skirt was cut open on both sides, revealing her straight, exquisite, snow-white legs with every movement—it was simply…

Someone hissed.

The saintess and the enchantress appearing alone might not be a big deal.

But if a dignified princess suddenly transforms into a wanton enchantress, that's a different story.

The older ones remained composed, but the younger gentlemen's eyes had changed; they were all staring at the princess's skirt, as if trying to peek at something.

The imperial concubines and noblewomen, however, were ashen-faced, deeply disgusted and displeased by the princess's reckless and daring style of dress.

As expected of a barbaric and immoral country!