"Makes sense."
Meng Qianqian nodded, then glanced at Ji Li on the rooftop, "Rooster, what about you?"
Ji Li bristled, "How many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling me Rooster!"
Chen Long stood up, his expression cold as he stared at him.
Ji Li, unafraid, retorted, "Wanna fight? Bring it on!"
Lu Yuan said nonchalantly, "Emperor Liang ascending the throne, the Imperial Grandson's grand wedding—such joyous occasions. Do you think the court has received an invitation? Will they send a delegation to congratulate Emperor Liang? Should we send a carrier pigeon to Princess Wanping, telling her that her Prince Consort is at Yu Zichuan's place?"
Ji Li closed his folding fan and clasped his hands in a mock bow, "Brother, please spare me."
Meng Qianqian curled her lips into a smile.
Chen Long sat back down on the stone bench.
Lu Yuan clicked his tongue, "See? Handling someone doesn't always mean killing them."
Chen Long: "You want to fight too?"
