Chapter 46: The Old Man's Birthday
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Two days later, on the third day of May, it was the date of Mr. Misty's 80th birthday.
Because Mr. Misty didn't like publicity, this birthday banquet was not held in the Xie Mansion very grandly. The banquet was not too much, only ten tables were set up. Apart from the Xie family who were celebrating the birthday, only a few people were expected. Not many people in Suzhou made good friends with the Xie family. There was no way Mr. Misty would be everywhere with too many people, anyway.
There were the students of the college too. If all of the family members agreed to let those students come to celebrate their birthdays, the Xie Mansion would not be overwhelmed. They decided there was no need to tell the students of the banquet. The friends of the families were enough.
Although there were only ten tables, the small Xie Mansion was packed, and life was full of people, and people who gave gifts and congratulations had been in an endless stream since the afternoon.
Lu Ziqing and Fengze arrived early in the morning, and mixed with the crowd. They were very low-key, without revealing their identities. Because the Xie family had never dealt with the court before. So, if the people present knew that the Xing Bu Shi Lang and General Wu Wei were also coming to celebrate their birthday, it would inevitably cause an uproar.
In Zhao Ling's explanation, this two men were Heshou, and they were actually here as security guards, so their expressions seemed a bit dignified. Fengze only greeted her lightly, and went away on his own. However, Zhao Ling didn't have time to chat with him. Although she was a little confused, she knew something was wrong with his Fengze's attitude in the past few days. He didn't go deep into it with her, so he was busy helping Yu to greet the female relatives.
After everyone was seated, Mr. Miu was also sitting up there. As the banquet was about to begin, a loud voice suddenly sounded from the door direction. "Here, Lord Xuan!"
Lord Xuan? Zhao Ling was startled by this sound, which seemed unusually loud in the hall that had gradually became silent. Only then did she remember that she didn't seem to have seen Meng Yuan for a few days. She originally thought about whether he would show up today or not, but she didn't expect him to really show up.
It was just that the way this guy played his arrival was of too high a profile. Did he want everybody to know who he was? What did he want to do now?
Everyone present was also taken aback, and they turned their heads to the door, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
At the door, a young man came slowly pushing a wheelchair, and behind the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a normal appearance. And the young man in the wheelchair, with a clean face, handsome features, deep eyes, thin lips, and a light-colored piping brocade robe, there was a sense of kingly air exposed for no reason.
This was the legendary 10-year-old young genius who went into battlefield to kill the enemy, but wasn't it a pity that King Xuan had his legs disabled at such a young age? Not many people in the crowd had seen Meng Yuan before, so they stood up and watched.
Meng Yuan didn't squint, just cast a glance at where Zhao Ling was. He went straight to the front of Mister Misty, and said to the old man who was sitting above him lightly. "This king is late. Please forgive me, Mr. Misty."
Although his tone was plain, but for King Xuan, it could be regarded as rare and respectful.
Knowing that he was late, he dared to be so ostentatious. His face was really not so thick, was it? Zhao Ling sighed secretly. However, today was the first time she saw him wearing light-colored clothes. Sure enough, being handsome was the last word. He looked good in any color.
Mr. Miao nodded, and said in a calm tone. "King Xuan is polite, and the King can see his presence appreciated. The old man is grateful."
When the crowd saw that Mr. Yan admitted that he was the King Xuan, all of them bowed down and said, "Cao Min, see Lord Xuan."
"You don't need to be polite." Meng Yuan's voice was still cold.
"Thank you prince." Everyone got up, and only dared to sit down in their seats after King Xuan wheeled himself into the sitting area. Most of them couldn't help but glanced at the prince in wheelchair.
Because of the dignity of King Xuan, his space was set at the same table as Mr. Miao. And Zhao Ling was sitting with the Yu family and the female relatives, a little far away from the main table. However, she did not relax her vigilance either, she still paid attention to the movement of Mr. Misty from time to time.
Since the Promise Sect plans to take action tonight, they would definitely seize the opportunity of the birthday banquet, and their goal was likely to be Mr. Misty. If something happened to Mr. Misty tonight, it would inevitably cause an uproar, and their goal of creating turmoil would be achieved.
It was just that Wuji taught weird things and made people unpredictable. They had seen the actions of the Wuji sect members in the recent past. So, they didn't know what their plans would be tonight.
The wine was half round, and the toast began. The wealthy businessmen and famous families that were present stepped forward to toast to Mr. Misty in order to show their respect.
A middle-aged man with a fat body and rich look brought two young men and walked to the table of Mr. Misty with wine glasses.
Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing gold and silver all over his body, resembling a nouveau riche, glanced at the three of them and said coldly and warmly. "Oh, isn't this Duke Du?"
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Two days later, on the third day of May, it was the date of Mr. Misty's 80th birthday.
Because Mr. Misty didn't like publicity, this birthday banquet was not held in the Xie Mansion very grandly. The banquet was not too much, only ten tables were set up. Apart from the Xie family who were celebrating the birthday, only a few people were expected. Not many people in Suzhou made good friends with the Xie family. There was no way Mr. Misty would be everywhere with too many people, anyway.
There were the students of the college too. If all of the family members agreed to let those students come to celebrate their birthdays, the Xie Mansion would not be overwhelmed. They decided there was no need to tell the students of the banquet. The friends of the families were enough.
Although there were only ten tables, the small Xie Mansion was packed, and life was full of people, and people who gave gifts and congratulations had been in an endless stream since the afternoon.
Lu Ziqing and Fengze arrived early in the morning, and mixed with the crowd. They were very low-key, without revealing their identities. Because the Xie family had never dealt with the court before. So, if the people present knew that the Xing Bu Shi Lang and General Wu Wei were also coming to celebrate their birthday, it would inevitably cause an uproar.
In Zhao Ling's explanation, this two men were Heshou, and they were actually here as security guards, so their expressions seemed a bit dignified. Fengze only greeted her lightly, and went away on his own. However, Zhao Ling didn't have time to chat with him. Although she was a little confused, she knew something was wrong with his Fengze's attitude in the past few days. He didn't go deep into it with her, so he was busy helping Yu to greet the female relatives.
After everyone was seated, Mr. Miu was also sitting up there. As the banquet was about to begin, a loud voice suddenly sounded from the door direction. "Here, Lord Xuan!"
Lord Xuan? Zhao Ling was startled by this sound, which seemed unusually loud in the hall that had gradually became silent. Only then did she remember that she didn't seem to have seen Meng Yuan for a few days. She originally thought about whether he would show up today or not, but she didn't expect him to really show up.
It was just that the way this guy played his arrival was of too high a profile. Did he want everybody to know who he was? What did he want to do now?
Everyone present was also taken aback, and they turned their heads to the door, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
At the door, a young man came slowly pushing a wheelchair, and behind the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a normal appearance. And the young man in the wheelchair, with a clean face, handsome features, deep eyes, thin lips, and a light-colored piping brocade robe, there was a sense of kingly air exposed for no reason.
This was the legendary 10-year-old young genius who went into battlefield to kill the enemy, but wasn't it a pity that King Xuan had his legs disabled at such a young age? Not many people in the crowd had seen Meng Yuan before, so they stood up and watched.
Meng Yuan didn't squint, just cast a glance at where Zhao Ling was. He went straight to the front of Mister Misty, and said to the old man who was sitting above him lightly. "This king is late. Please forgive me, Mr. Misty."
Although his tone was plain, but for King Xuan, it could be regarded as rare and respectful.
Knowing that he was late, he dared to be so ostentatious. His face was really not so thick, was it? Zhao Ling sighed secretly. However, today was the first time she saw him wearing light-colored clothes. Sure enough, being handsome was the last word. He looked good in any color.
Mr. Miao nodded, and said in a calm tone. "King Xuan is polite, and the King can see his presence appreciated. The old man is grateful."
When the crowd saw that Mr. Yan admitted that he was the King Xuan, all of them bowed down and said, "Cao Min, see Lord Xuan."
"You don't need to be polite." Meng Yuan's voice was still cold.
"Thank you prince." Everyone got up, and only dared to sit down in their seats after King Xuan wheeled himself into the sitting area. Most of them couldn't help but glanced at the prince in wheelchair.
Because of the dignity of King Xuan, his space was set at the same table as Mr. Miao. And Zhao Ling was sitting with the Yu family and the female relatives, a little far away from the main table. However, she did not relax her vigilance either, she still paid attention to the movement of Mr. Misty from time to time.
Since the Promise Sect plans to take action tonight, they would definitely seize the opportunity of the birthday banquet, and their goal was likely to be Mr. Misty. If something happened to Mr. Misty tonight, it would inevitably cause an uproar, and their goal of creating turmoil would be achieved.
It was just that Wuji taught weird things and made people unpredictable. They had seen the actions of the Wuji sect members in the recent past. So, they didn't know what their plans would be tonight.
The wine was half round, and the toast began. The wealthy businessmen and famous families that were present stepped forward to toast to Mr. Misty in order to show their respect.
A middle-aged man with a fat body and rich look brought two young men and walked to the table of Mr. Misty with wine glasses.
Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing gold and silver all over his body, resembling a nouveau riche, glanced at the three of them and said coldly and warmly. "Oh, isn't this Duke Du?"
Two days later, on the third day of May, it was the date of Mr. Misty's 80th birthday. Because Mr. Misty didn't like publicity, this birthday banquet was not held in the Xie Mansion very grandly. The banquet was not too much, only ten tables were set up. Apart from the Xie family who were celebrating the birthday, only a few people were expected. Not many people in Suzhou made good friends with the Xie family. There was no way Mr. Misty would be everywhere with too many people, anyway. There were the students of the college too. If all of the family members agreed to let those students come to celebrate their birthdays, the Xie Mansion would not be overwhelmed. They decided there was no need to tell the students of the banquet. The friends of the families were enough. Although there were only ten tables, the small Xie Mansion was packed, and life was full of people, and people who gave gifts and congratulations had been in an endless stream since the afternoon. Lu Ziqing and Fengze arrived early in the morning, and mixed with the crowd. They were very low-key, without revealing their identities. Because the Xie family had never dealt with the court before. So, if the people present knew that the Xing Bu Shi Lang and General Wu Wei were also coming to celebrate their birthday, it would inevitably cause an uproar. In Zhao Ling's explanation, this two men were Heshou, and they were actually here as security guards, so their expressions seemed a bit dignified. Fengze only greeted her lightly, and went away on his own. However, Zhao Ling didn't have time to chat with him. Although she was a little confused, she knew something was wrong with his Fengze's attitude in the past few days. He didn't go deep into it with her, so he was busy helping Yu to greet the female relatives. After everyone was seated, Mr. Miu was also sitting up there. As the banquet was about to begin, a loud voice suddenly sounded from the door direction. "Here, Lord Xuan!" Lord Xuan? Zhao Ling was startled by this sound, which seemed unusually loud in the hall that had gradually became silent. Only then did she remember that she didn't seem to have seen Meng Yuan for a few days. She originally thought about whether he would show up today or not, but she didn't expect him to really show up. It was just that the way this guy played his arrival was of too high a profile. Did he want everybody to know who he was? What did he want to do now? Everyone present was also taken aback, and they turned their heads to the door, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. At the door, a young man came slowly pushing a wheelchair, and behind the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a normal appearance. And the young man in the wheelchair, with a clean face, handsome features, deep eyes, thin lips, and a light-colored piping brocade robe, there was a sense of kingly air exposed for no reason. This was the legendary 10-year-old young genius who went into battlefield to kill the enemy, but wasn't it a pity that King Xuan had his legs disabled at such a young age? Not many people in the crowd had seen Meng Yuan before, so they stood up and watched. Meng Yuan didn't squint, just cast a glance at where Zhao Ling was. He went straight to the front of Mister Misty, and said to the old man who was sitting above him lightly. "This king is late. Please forgive me, Mr. Misty." Although his tone was plain, but for King Xuan, it could be regarded as rare and respectful. Knowing that he was late, he dared to be so ostentatious. His face was really not so thick, was it? Zhao Ling sighed secretly. However, today was the first time she saw him wearing light-colored clothes. Sure enough, being handsome was the last word. He looked good in any color. Mr. Miao nodded, and said in a calm tone. "King Xuan is polite, and the King can see his presence appreciated. The old man is grateful." When the crowd saw that Mr. Yan admitted that he was the King Xuan, all of them bowed down and said, "Cao Min, see Lord Xuan." "You don't need to be polite." Meng Yuan's voice was still cold. "Thank you prince." Everyone got up, and only dared to sit down in their seats after King Xuan wheeled himself into the sitting area. Most of them couldn't help but glanced at the prince in wheelchair. Because of the dignity of King Xuan, his space was set at the same table as Mr. Miao. And Zhao Ling was sitting with the Yu family and the female relatives, a little far away from the main table. However, she did not relax her vigilance either, she still paid attention to the movement of Mr. Misty from time to time. Since the Promise Sect plans to take action tonight, they would definitely seize the opportunity of the birthday banquet, and their goal was likely to be Mr. Misty. If something happened to Mr. Misty tonight, it would inevitably cause an uproar, and their goal of creating turmoil would be achieved. It was just that Wuji taught weird things and made people unpredictable. They had seen the actions of the Wuji sect members in the recent past. So, they didn't know what their plans would be tonight. The wine was half round, and the toast began. The wealthy businessmen and famous families that were present stepped forward to toast to Mr. Misty in order to show their respect. A middle-aged man with a fat body and rich look brought two young men and walked to the table of Mr. Misty with wine glasses. Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing gold and silver all over his body, resembling a nouveau riche, glanced at the three of them and said coldly and warmly. "Oh, isn't this Duke Du?"
