HRPM – Chapter 228 The Revolution Is Not Yet Successful (4)

Every word Xiao Luo spoke was reasonable. He had managed to twist Jin Luoluo’s arrogant behavior into a perfectly acceptable explanation, and it sounded convincing enough that nobody could refute him.

Jin Luoluo shot him a sideways glance, completely ungrateful for his help, and mouthed viciously: I don’t need you speaking nicely for me.

Xiao Luo mouthed back: I just like rescuing you.

“Just as Seventeenth Brother said, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Let today’s banquet challenges end here. Everyone should continue drinking and enjoying themselves so as not to waste such a wonderful evening,” the Empress declared.

She ordered music and dancing to begin. Palace maids filed into the hall in orderly rows, pouring fine wine into each guest’s cup. The turbulent atmosphere from earlier was gradually soothed by the songs and dances.

Harmony returned to the banquet. Jin Luoluo knew that this revolution of hers had not yet succeeded, and comrades must still continue striving. So she was not angry at all. She would simply keep trying harder in the future — she refused to give up until she achieved her goal. She refused to believe she could not get rid of that jinx.

Besides, tonight had not been entirely fruitless.

At the very least, she had recognized Su Mo, that damnable fellow.

But the bastard had actually refused to acknowledge her. So heartless! They had transmigrated from the same place after all, yet he acted so cold and unfeeling.

Hmph. Didn’t want to acknowledge her, did he? Then he was in for a hard time.

During the banquet, Xiao Luo went out to use the restroom, and Jin Luoluo also quietly slipped away from the feast, sneakily following after him.

A short while later, she returned with a smugly triumphant smile at the corners of her lips.

Xiao Che noticed that after coming back, Jin Luoluo said nothing at all and simply kept eating grapes while letting out creepy little chuckles as she bit into them.

“What are you laughing about?”

“Hehe~~ nothing.” Jin Luoluo continued her bizarre giggling.

A servant boy pushed Xiao Luo back into the great hall. For some reason, the previously lively crowd suddenly fell silent. Everyone stared at Xiao Luo with widened eyes and strange expressions.

Meanwhile, the noble ladies and young misses let out soft little shrieks, then shyly averted their gazes, their cheeks flushed red.

Xiao Luo frowned as he held his folding fan, completely baffled. He had merely gone to the restroom — why did it feel as though he had turned into some sort of monster? Everyone was looking at him strangely.

Then he noticed Xiao Yu frantically gesturing at him and pointing toward his wheelchair.

Xiao Luo immediately lowered his head to look down. The moment he saw it, the hand gripping his folding fan froze stiffly.

Hanging from his wheelchair was an explicit erotic painting, fluttering proudly in the air as the wheelchair moved along.