HRPM – Chapter 227 The Revolution Is Not Yet Successful (3)

But this time, he absolutely would not let her get her way.

Xiao Che abruptly rose to his feet and coldly looked down at the Princess Consort of the Northern Commandery as he said frostily,

“Princess Consort of the Northern Commandery, even I myself have not objected to taking her as my consort — since when was it your place to object? If you have too much free time, perhaps you should spend it disciplining that son of yours who runs wild all over the capital. Or better yet, deal with the concubines in the Northern Commandery Prince’s residence. I heard the prince recently bought several famous courtesans from brothels to take as concubines.”

“As the principal wife, how can you allow such women to tarnish the Northern Commandery Prince’s reputation? Hmph. You cannot even control your own household, yet you still have the leisure to interfere in other people’s affairs. Even my royal mother has yet to speak — when did it become your turn to criticize her?”

The Princess Consort’s face stiffened awkwardly. Her husband buying prostitutes as concubines was the greatest humiliation in her heart, and Xiao Che exposing it publicly like this utterly destroyed her dignity.

Though arrogant, she ultimately did not dare behave recklessly in front of the cold-faced “Rakshasa.” Filled with resentment, she retreated back behind her table.

Jin Luoluo nearly died of frustration. That damned jinx had suddenly come out to protect her!

She had finally managed to provoke everyone into furious hostility and get them to unite against her.

Yet with one icy glare from him, who would still dare make a sound? Infuriating! That damned jinx had ruined her plans.

“A joyful banquet should not be turned unpleasant,” Xiao Luo said when he saw the atmosphere becoming ugly, breaking the tense stalemate.

He glanced at the dejected-looking Jin Luoluo. This girl was acting too rashly. An imperial engagement was not something easily canceled.

Besides, the Empress was a clever woman. Since she understood Jin Luoluo’s value, she naturally would not abandon her over a few critical remarks from others.

“What Seventeenth Brother says is correct. A banquet should be cheerful. Let the challenges and competitions simply be entertainment — everyone can just laugh it off,” the Empress said, trying to salvage the situation and erase the tension from the banquet in an attempt to restore normalcy.

Xiao Luo said calmly,

“Her Majesty the Empress is right. Miss Luoluo actually means no harm; she is simply naturally straightforward, so her words are more direct. I believe her teasing toward everyone was merely meant to convey one message: every person has strengths and weaknesses. She may not know music, chess, calligraphy, or painting, but she can still excel in other areas. The title ‘extraordinary woman of Chu Yun’ truly suits her. If people look down on her because of this, then their own vision is rather shallow — and naturally she would not respect them in return.”

Every word Xiao Luo spoke was reasonable. He managed to give Jin Luoluo’s arrogant behavior a perfectly acceptable justification, and it sounded convincing enough that others found themselves unable to refute him.