The Double
Chapter 167 - 167 88 Hall Meeting_4

167: Chapter 88 Hall Meeting_4 167: Chapter 88 Hall Meeting_4 “I’m old?” Kong Liu immediately flew into a rage, “I’m at the best age, what do you know?

What’s wrong with my age?

You’re the old one, with a beard so long already!”

But Lu Jiu wasn’t angry at all, still smiling he pointed outside, showing Kong Liu, “It’s not me who’s saying, how can you compare with the young lads?

Look, there goes Miss Jiang the Second, isn’t she on her way to find Young Master Ye?”

Upon hearing this, not only Kong Liu but also Jih Heng—who had been playing with his fan—couldn’t help but glance downstairs.

Indeed, among the weaving crowd, Jiang Li and her two maids were making their way across the street.

Due to the throngs of people, a mere street’s distance became exceptionally challenging.

However, her sense of direction was excellent; she kept heading in one direction without being swept away by the constant flow of passersby.

And her destination was, beyond a doubt, the handsome and extraordinary young man standing there, Ye Shijie.

She wanted to make her way to Ye Shijie’s side.

Lu Jiu said with a smile, “The affection between these cousins is excellent.”

“Isn’t that obvious?

They are relatives,” Kong Liu momentarily forgot Lu Jiu had mocked him about his age, focusing intently on Jiang Li and Ye Shijie.

Jih Heng also stood at the window, thoughtfully looking down, suddenly snapped his fan closed, and said, “Wen Ji.”

The black-clad guard appeared silently before him.

“Invite Miss Jiang the Second up here.”

Neither Lu Jiu nor Kong Liu expected Jih Heng to suddenly utter such a sentence, both looked at him simultaneously, their eyes filled with surprise.

“Just say I invite Miss Jiang the Second to watch the Golden Mansion’s performance, and offer her the frontmost seat.”

Kong Liu’s jaw nearly dropped.

…

The crowd was indeed very packed.

Yanjing City was much larger than Tongxiang and also had many more people.

The busiest times in Tongxiang could not compare to even half the current bustle of Yanjing City.

It was hard to imagine how such a narrow street, which was difficult to traverse on a normal day, posed such a challenge today.

She was finally about to reach the other side.

Just as Jiang Li inwardly heaved a sigh of relief, ready to lead her two maids into Ye Shijie’s vicinity, suddenly, a man in black blocked their path.

Tonger was so frightened she almost screamed, while Bai Xue raised her fists.

Yet the man in black, as if expressionless, stated word by word, “Miss Jiang the Second, the Duke invites you to watch the Golden Mansion’s show from the frontmost seat in Wangxian Tower.”

“The Duke?” Jiang Li said, “Jih Heng?”

Wen Ji was surprised that Miss Jiang the Second could call the lord’s name so casually; he nodded his head.

Jiang Li furrowed her brows while Tonger whispered, “Miss, this man just sprang out of nowhere—saying something about the Duke—isn’t it a bluff…”

“It’s no bluff,” Jiang Li answered, “he’s one of Duke Su’s men.”

Now Wen Ji was even more astonished.

He was certain that Jiang Li had never seen him before, yet how could she be so sure?

The next moment, he heard Jiang Li’s indifferent voice, “Duke Su likes beauty and loathes ugliness; this Hidden Guard is so handsome, he must no doubt be Duke Su’s man.”

Wen Ji, who was standing quite firmly, nearly lost his footing at Jiang Li’s words.

Tonger, now looking seriously, raised her head to examine Wen Ji and upon seeing his face clearly, she also gasped in surprise, “It’s true!

Miss, he’s much more handsome than the guards at our house!

Almost as handsome as the Second Miss!”

Wen Ji: “.…”

Bai Xue tugged at Jiang Li’s sleeve, whispering, “Then, Miss, are we still going?”

Jiang Li looked toward Wen Ji, who showed no discernible emotion.

After pondering for a while, she finally sighed and said, “Let’s go.”

Tonger was still somewhat afraid, but Jiang Li felt rather helpless.

She knew that even if she refused Duke Su, Jih Heng would find a way to make her go.

The polite invitation was just because he wanted to appear civil, but deep down, he carried the blood of an authoritarian.

No one could refuse him, because he always had his ways.

A wise person complies with the times, Jiang Li had no choice but to say, “Let’s go.”

So she, along with Tonger and Bai Xue, followed Wen Ji towards Wangxian Tower.

Ye Shijie was picking lanterns and chatting with Ye Mingxuan, when he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

He nearly blurted out Jiang Li’s name, but before he could speak, the figure was lost in the swell of the crowd, out of sight.

Ye Shijie thought he might have seen wrong, staring blankly into the crowd.

Ye Mingxuan, who had just paid the Silver, turned to see Ye Shijie staring blankly into the throng and asked him, “What’s the matter?”