Ji Wu Ran turned around, looking at Meng Jiang Ming and said plainly, "The Young Master is not welcome?"
Meng Jiang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, "How could I not welcome you?" It was just that your arrival was not timely, but these words he could not say.
Although Ji Wu Ran was only from the Marquis Ji An's estate, which was still a step below his Duke Ning's estate, every time he saw Ji Wu Ran, he had a feeling that Ji Wu Ran was the one in a high and mighty position, and he was the one inferior.
This feeling had been there since the first time he saw Ji Wu Ran. He usually didn't feel it, but as soon as Ji Wu Ran became completely cold, it became particularly obvious.
Like now, Ji Wu Ran was clearly sitting there, but the air around him seemed to freeze, and an oppressive force followed.
It made him feel somewhat breathless.
"Wu Ran, I have an appointment. Can you go to the next room first?" Meng Jiang Ming said.
Ji Wu Ran raised his eyes, his gaze as clear and cold as frost. "Does the Young Master think I am an eyesore here?"
Meng Jiang Ming said, "Of course not, it's just..."
"Since it is not, then I will trouble the Young Master here," Ji Wu Ran said plainly.
Meng Jiang Ming was momentarily speechless.
"Oh, what a surprise today. Our Young Master and the Little Marquis are both here?" A voice came from outside the door. The door opened, and Zhao Yan Luo stood at the entrance.
Upon seeing this, Meng Jiang Ming stepped forward, pulled Zhao Yan Luo out of the room, and whispered, "Yan Luo, do me a favor."
Zhao Yan Luo was slightly stunned, opened the folding fan in his hand, and smiled heartily, "What does the Young Master need my help with?"
"Can you ask Wu Ran to go to the next room?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yan Luo sized up Meng Jiang Ming from head to toe, a smile playing on his lips, "Young Master, is something the matter?"
Meng Jiang Ming nodded, "I have an appointment here."
Zhao Yan Luo became interested, "Male or female?"
Meng Jiang Ming was stunned. Zhao Yan Luo had stumped him. Was that effeminate guard male or female?
Seeing that Meng Jiang Ming did not reply, Zhao Yan Luo continued, "What, is it inconvenient to reveal?"
Meng Jiang Ming said, "Yan Luo, if you help me with this favor, then Wan Jun Inn will be on me from now on."
Zhao Yan Luo's gaze flickered, and he said with a half-smile, "Young Master, you are making a very large investment."
"Will you help or not?" Meng Jiang Ming asked.
"I will help. Given the large investment from the Young Master, I must help." Zhao Yan Luo said.
"That's very kind." Meng Jiang Ming said, patting Zhao Yan Luo on the shoulder.
Zhao Yan Luo looked at Meng Jiang Ming and said, "Wait for me outside. I'll go in and take a look."
Meng Jiang Ming nodded.
Zhao Yan Luo walked in and came before Ji Wu Ran. Seeing Ji Wu Ran's teacup, he picked up the teapot beside him and poured tea into the cup.
Ji Wu Ran glanced coldly at Zhao Yan Luo, "Is something wrong?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yan Luo raised his lips, "Naturally."
"What is it?" Ji Wu Ran asked plainly.
Zhao Yan Luo said, "The Young Master has invested for a year to ask you to leave here."
Zhao Yan Luo raised his eyes and looked coldly at Zhao Yan Luo. Zhao Yan Luo subconsciously touched his face and asked, "What? Is there something on my face?"
"Do you need money?" Ji Wu Ran withdrew his gaze and asked coldly.
Zhao Yan Luo smiled, "No, but money is something that the more, the better."
"For money, you ask me to leave?" Ji Wu Ran looked at the teacup in his hand and asked again.
Zhao Yan Luo smiled slightly, "You misunderstand. How would I dare to ask you to leave?"
"Then why are you sitting here?" Ji Wu Ran raised his head, his cold gaze carrying a frost that flew like snow.
Zhao Yan Luo opened his folding fan, fanned it twice, and said in a low voice, "Don't you want to know about Princess Xing Yue?"
Zhao Yan Luo saw Ji Wu Ran's expression move slightly, and he smiled, "I just received news this morning that on the eighth of next month, Princess Xing Yue will marry the Young Master."
Ji Wu Ran looked at him coldly, then said indifferently, "What does it have to do with me?"
Zhao Yan Luo smiled, "Since it has nothing to do with you, please give me some face."
Hearing this, Ji Wu Ran looked at Zhao Yan Luo coldly. If it was frost flying like snow just now, it was now a poised cold arrow, waiting only for his command.
The surrounding air became frozen, carrying even a trace of cold.
Zhao Yan Luo's smile remained unchanged as he looked at Ji Wu Ran.
After a long while, Ji Wu Ran withdrew his gaze, picked up the teapot, filled his teacup, and said slowly and coldly, "Half."
Zhao Yan Luo was stunned, "What?"
"Half of what the Young Master gave you." Ji Wu Ran said plainly.
Zhao Yan Luo felt his heart bleed. Ji Wu Ran did nothing, but with just his words, he took half of his earnings. However, even if he was reluctant, it was unavoidable. After all, without Ji Wu Ran, Meng Jiang Ming would not have been willing to invest so heavily for no reason.
"Deal." Zhao Yan Luo said heartache, he could feel the scene of that white silver flowing out of his hands, but he was powerless.
Ji Wu Ran stood up. His moon-white brocade robe showed no creases despite his long sitting. A gentle breeze passed by the window, making the hem of his robe dance.
The black silk behind him swayed in the wind, his handsome face icy cold at this moment.
Meng Jiang Ming's heart leaped with joy when he saw Ji Wu Ran walk out. He stepped forward, "Wu Ran, are you leaving already?"
Ji Wu Ran glanced at him coldly. Just this glance made Meng Jiang Ming feel a chill in his heart.
"Wu Ran, you..."
Ji Wu Ran did not even give him the right to finish his words and turned to leave.
Meng Jiang Ming stood there, feeling somewhat awkward.
Zhao Yan Luo, who was behind him, stepped forward and said, "Young Master, I've helped you with your favor, so what you said..."
Meng Jiang Ming turned around and said, "I keep my word."
"Thank you, Young Master, for the reward. Please wait in the private room. I won't bother the Young Master here anymore," Zhao Yan Luo said.
Meng Jiang Ming nodded, "Alright."
Zhao Yan Luo went downstairs and saw the carriage outside. He walked out, lifted the carriage curtain, and entered the carriage.
Inside, sitting there was none other than Ji Wu Ran.
"You will send the message to Qi Yu Ming."
Zhao Yan Luo was slightly stunned, "You want him to come to Xing Chen Country?"
Hearing this, Ji Wu Ran's gaze turned cold, "How could Qi Yu Ming be absent from Princess Xing Yue's wedding day?"
Zhao Yan Luo frowned and said, "Then your identity..."
"Qi Yu Ming will not recognize me," Ji Wu Ran said plainly.
Zhao Yan Luo looked at him, his gaze not moving for a long time.
Ji Wu Ran raised his eyes and said coldly, "What? Is something wrong?"
"Are you doing this for Princess Xing Yue?" Zhao Yan Luo suddenly wanted to ask.
Hearing this, Ji Wu Ran said indifferently, "For Princess Xing Yue?"
Zhao Yan Luo nodded, "Yes."
"Why?" Ji Wu Ran asked.
Zhao Yan Luo was stunned.
Ji Wu Ran said coldly, "How could a mere Princess Xing Yue make me disrupt a plan prepared for many years for her? Yan Luo, you are overthinking."
Hearing this, Zhao Yan Luo quickly said, "It is I who was presumptuous."
Ji Wu Ran raised his head and looked through the carriage window at the retreating figure entering Wan Jun Inn, his gaze lost in thought.