The Fairy: From the Traveling Merchant

Chapter 715 Invitation to Dance

Zhao Chen ignored the curious, evaluative, or malicious glances and walked into the hallway holding Ming Xueling's hand.

At this time, the owner of the mansion, Johnson, also came up with his female companion.

The former wears a tall black crown with gold thread patterns on the brim, showing his identity and status.

The blue official robe he wore was interwoven with golden patterns and designs, shining like stars.

The robe has wide cuffs that flutter gently with the body, and a golden belt is tied around the waist, which echoes the golden pattern on the robe, highlighting the gorgeousness.

Although it looks noble and solemn overall, Zhao Chen still has the illusion that this is the "school uniform" of a sect in a fairy-tale game.

The latter was not the long-legged girl who had visited Zhao Chen last night, nor was she Johnson’s legal wife, but a local female shopkeeper in Wuguan City.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with expensive jewelry on her head and a blue fairy-style off-shoulder dress. The hem of the skirt was complicated yet light and flowing, as if it could dance with the wind.

"Ms. Duan, Mr. Zhao, your arrival really brings honor to my humble home!" Johnson did not use Western etiquette, but simply performed a simple fist salute.

"Greetings, Lord Zhan." Zhao Chen and Ming Xueling also bowed.

"Haha, no need to be so polite. I am an old friend of Mingxue's niece's father. You can just call me Uncle Zhan in private." Johnson laughed and led the two into the ballroom. He pointed at the girl next to him and introduced her casually.

"This is Manager Jin Ruonan, my good friend who helps me manage most of the businesses in Yuzhou and Sizhou. If you two need any instructions in the future, you can always look for her."

Friends? Seeing that Shopkeeper Jin looks like he wants to stick to you, I know you two are definitely having an affair!
Zhao Chen complained in his heart, but he still exchanged a few polite words with the other party together with Ming Xueling. After all, he understood what Johnson meant by introducing this girl. It was simply to tell him that Manager Xin would be in charge of his reception during his stay in Central Plains.

As for the "God of Wealth", Zhao Chen has always been more tolerant.

"In fact, Mr. Zhao and I have met once." Shopkeeper Jin said with a smile.

"Oh? Please forgive my poor eyesight..." Zhao Chen looked at her again, but had no impression of her at all.

Shopkeeper Jin smiled and said, "It was in the bounty hall of the Xiliangdao government office. There were many people there, so it was normal that the young master didn't notice me.

"But I will never forget your demeanor once I see you."

In other words, you started investigating me at that time? It seems that the emperor trusts this Mr. Zhan more than I thought.

Zhao Chen interpreted the subtext and responded modestly, "That's my loss..."

After a brief chat for a few minutes, Johnson excused himself and took Manager Jin to receive other guests.

After a while, seeing that the agreed time was approaching, Johnson took Shopkeeper Jin up to the second floor, stopped at the fence facing the gate, raised his glass and said:

"Thank you all for visiting my humble abode despite your busy schedule. First of all, let us wish His Majesty the Emperor good health..."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly in the direction of the capital, and most other officials did the same.

Johnson still held the cup and continued, "Secondly, we wish Daxia eternal prosperity..."

The guests responded enthusiastically again and drank the drinks in their hands.

The dance officially began in this atmosphere. After Johnson and Shopkeeper Jin stepped onto the dance floor and started dancing, the people present began to look for dance partners they wanted to invite.

Ming Xueling was more popular. Her outstanding appearance and gorgeous dress made her more charming. In less than an incense stick of time, four or five men came over one after another. Unfortunately, before they could even ask her any questions, they were frightened by her pressure and changed their targets one after another.

Zhao Chen didn't dance with anyone. He just held a glass of red wine and leisurely observed the guests.

Of course, this is also because he does not know the popular dance steps in the Central Plains.

"General Zhang Wentai, a master of the Divine Power Realm, is the highest commander of the Wuguan garrison. He is suspected to be connected to the 'Yinsi' and is very close to the current clan, the Zhong family...

"The look he gave me was full of scrutiny... Was he evaluating the authenticity of the unfounded rumor about me being the prince?
"The man with malicious eyes over there is Cheng Haoran, the chief constable of the Six Gates of Yuzhou. According to the information, he is the King of Liang's man. No wonder he is so hostile to me.

“Fortunately, after the assassination yesterday, I chose to erase all traces and not investigate further. Otherwise, if the case had gone to the Six Gates, I wouldn’t know if I could ever get out.

"The one walking towards me is 'Ghost Face' Wang Qingling, she is a magical power from the Imperial Concubine's family...

"Huh? Wait... are you walking towards me?"

When Zhao Chen came to her senses, the petite girl wearing a ghost mask had walked up to her and said with a smile: "Can you ask me to dance with you?"

Zhao Chen looked at her warily and was silent for several seconds before he stretched out his hand to invite her: "It's my honor."

Wang Qingling pursed her lips which were not covered by the mask, then she placed her slender little hand on Zhao Chen's hand and walked onto the dance floor with him.

——Although he can’t dance, with Zhao Chen’s current physical fitness, it is not difficult for him to imitate other people’s movements.

Who would have thought that Wang Qingling would use his spiritual sense to cover the two of them at this time, and then he said directly: "Everyone says that you are the current prince who is living among the people...but I know you are not!

"The imperial aura that remains in you does not come from the current emperor... Are you his majesty's sword?"

A straight ball right from the start?

Zhao Chen used his "identification" ability to check for abnormalities on her body, and responded calmly: "This is not a polite topic, Miss."

"I'm sorry... What I mean is, if you are not His Majesty's sword, you'd better try not to get involved in this mess. Otherwise, it's okay to deal with the Imperial Concubine and the Queen, but Prince Liang will definitely find ways to get rid of you." Wang Qingling advised sincerely as she danced.

"Is this a warning?" Zhao Chen looked at her eyes hidden behind the mask with a smile.

"No, please believe me, this is a kind reminder..." She hesitated for a long time, and finally lowered her voice and said, "The imperial concubine and the queen want to adopt the son of the royal family, just to make your majesty unhappy.

“Although they each selected candidates, they didn’t take it seriously…

“But King Liang is really coveting that position.

"As your majesty's cultivation progresses, he will not be far from stepping down, and Prince Liang will become even crazier... because your majesty has never thought of passing the throne to him, even though he is your majesty's younger brother!"

After listening to Wang Qingling's words, Zhao Chen looked at her with a rather strange look, because he had already used his "identification" ability to get a rough idea of ​​Ms. Wang's physical condition and generated a "profile".

The first sentence of the introduction is: "Wang Qingling, the imperial concubine of the current dynasty..."

(End of this chapter)