HRPM – Chapter 204 It Was Actually Him (1)

So he was actually one of the imperial relatives. But wasn’t he way too arrogant?

Even she, Jin Luoluo, as arrogant as she was, only dared arrive at the very last moment before the banquet began. Yet this man was even more outrageous than she was.

At last she would finally get to see his true face. Wonderful!

“Jinx, who is that man? He’s so arrogant.” Jin Luoluo nudged Xiao Che.

“Seventeenth Imperial Uncle Xiao Luo. You’d better not provoke him. Although he’s always smiling pleasantly and looks easy to talk to, he’s actually an extremely formidable person. Even though he’s disabled, no one dares underestimate him.”

Xiao Che’s tone was rather complicated, carrying both admiration and unwillingness.

If Xiao Luo had not been their imperial uncle, or if his legs had not been crippled, then in the struggle for the throne, who knew where the crown would ultimately have ended up?

Even now, though he had stepped back from political affairs and lived idly at home, if he chose to support someone, that person’s chances of obtaining the throne would greatly increase.

“Se-ven-teen-th Uncle…” Jin Luoluo nearly died of anger.

That mysterious man was actually their seventeenth uncle. Then it was only natural for him to use his boat to rescue his nephews.

What right did he have to scam her out of three conditions, a string of pearls and jade, and a lock of her hair?

Too hateful~~

Jin Luoluo glared fiercely toward the entrance of the great hall, wishing she could shoot the yet-unseen scheming prince full of holes with eye-beams.

Not only had she been tricked by him, she had been tricked so miserably. This was one of the greatest defeats in Jin Luoluo’s life. How could she not be furious?

The Empress revealed delighted surprise. “So it’s Seventeenth Brother who has come. Seventeenth Brother usually dislikes lively occasions, so this is truly rare.”

She immediately ordered someone to place a pearwood table on the lower right side, directly opposite Jin Luoluo’s seat.

Being able to win Xiao Luo over would be enormously beneficial to her son, so naturally she would not miss such an opportunity.

“Such an interesting banquet—of course I couldn’t miss it.”

The smiling voice drew nearer and nearer until it finally passed through the corridor and arrived at the entrance of the great hall.

A thirteen- or fourteen-year-old pageboy with his hair tied into two buns appeared under the dazzling palace lights, pushing a wheelchair made of fine nanmu wood.

Xiao Luo smiled like a blooming lotus.

The white robe with silver trim he wore did not make him appear holy or pure. Instead, it gave him a strangely seductive and almost demonic charm. In his hand he held a folding fan with a purple jade handle, which made his long fingers appear as beautiful and pale as snow.

His smiling gaze swept calmly across the entire hall before finally landing upon Jin Luoluo, watching the shocked look in her eyes.