Although this title was resounding, it wasn't enough to silence the entire hall.
What truly made people unable to look away was the figure beside Wei Qing.
Two young women were seen entering together.
Wei Qing, on the left, wore a pink skirt and was delicate and lovely.
And beside her.
A young woman wore a light purple Shu Brocade Immortal Skirt, its hem trailing on the ground like swirling mist.
Her hair was coiled high, and her hairpins trembled gently.
Merely a touch of makeup was enough to make her stunningly beautiful.
Especially those pair of cold, clear eyes; when she glanced around, people didn't dare to look directly at her, yet couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.
Inside the great hall, whether it was the scholars who boasted of their refinement or the beauties vying for attention.
At this moment, all of them paled in comparison.
Who is this?
When did such a person appear in Chang'an City?
In the corner.
Gu Changge heard the commotion and carelessly looked up.
Pfft—!!!
A mouthful of wine was sprayed directly onto the Face of the person opposite him.
Gu Changge didn't bother wiping his mouth, his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost.
That Face... "Holy... shit?!"
Jiang Yuechu?!
The unlucky fellow sitting opposite him wiped the wine from his Face, just about to erupt.
But seeing Gu Changge's ghost-seeing expression, he followed his gaze and immediately fell silent.
All the noise ceased abruptly the moment those two figures stepped into the great hall.
Wei Qing lifted her chin, hooked Jiang Yuechu's arm, and felt the astonished gazes thrown around them, immensely pleased.
She tilted her head slightly and whispered, "How about that? I told you, these men's eyeballs are practically falling out."
Jiang Yuechu was expressionless and couldn't be bothered to respond.
"Where are the seats?"
"Over there, over there."
Wei Qing quickly led the way.
The Wei Family was a prominent household, so their seats were naturally in the front row.
The two passed through the crowd, their fine clothes and beautiful figures bringing forth a faint, elegant fragrance.
Wherever they passed, everyone instinctively held their breath and stepped aside.
Until the two of them took their seats.
The frozen atmosphere inside the banquet hall seemed to flow again.
"Which family's Young Miss is that? Why have I never seen her?"
"Such bearing, such looks... When did such a figure appear in Chang'an City?"
"That is Duke Wei's Estate's Eldest Young Miss, I recognize her, but the one beside her..."
"If I could just learn her name, it would be worth losing ten years of my life!"
Su Qingzhou, sitting at the head table, had already put away his arrogant demeanor.
He straightened his attire, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Yuechu, unable to look away for even a moment.
"Wonderful... truly marvelous!"
If he could compose a poem for this woman, or even... if he could win a smile from this beauty... his name, Su Qingzhou, would certainly be remembered for generations alongside this peerless Face!
Xue Wan'er, beside him, ground her silver teeth and muttered sourly, "She's just born with a good Face, that's all... Look at her mannerisms, so cold and aloof. Who knows where that wild girl came from? She probably can't even read a few characters..."
Although her voice was extremely soft.
In this slightly quieted corner, however, it sounded especially harsh.
Su Qingzhou frowned, glanced at her with displeasure, suddenly stood up, and looked at Xue Wan'er with a pained expression.
"Miss Xue, I originally thought you were sensible and cultured, a true young lady from a distinguished family."
"I never expected you to be such a sharp-tongued and malicious person!"
"..."
Xue Wan'er was dumbfounded.
She opened her mouth, somewhat disbelieving.
Are you kidding me?
Just now you were exchanging flirtatious glances with me... and now you're turning your back so heartlessly?!
Are you even human?!
Seeing the strange looks cast around her.
In the end, she had no Face left to stay.
"Su Qingzhou! How cruel you are!"
Xue Wan'er stomped her foot, covered her Face, and cried as she rushed out of the banquet hall.
Seeing that she had left, Su Qingzhou turned around, tidied his collar which wasn't actually messy, and even showily shook the folding fan in his hand.
He walked to Jiang Yuechu's table and bowed deeply.
"I apologize for making this Young Miss witness that."
Su Qingzhou raised his head, his gaze fervent, and his voice mellow: "I, Su, despise gossiping busybodies who talk behind others' backs the most. In a moment of righteous indignation, I failed to control my emotions and disturbed the Young Miss's enjoyment. It is truly my fault."
Jiang Yuechu lifted her eyelids, looking somewhat blankly.
"Who are you?"
"..."
"Ahem..."
Su Qingzhou was indeed an old hand in romantic affairs; his thick skin was extraordinary.
After only a moment of embarrassment, he quickly adjusted his mindset.
If such a cold and glamorous beauty were easily won over, it would be utterly boring.
The more difficult the high-mountain flower is to pluck, the more it ignites a man's desire for conquest!
"I am Su Qingzhou. My poem, 'Ode to the Plum Blossom,' recently received praise from Your Majesty before the court, and also..."
Jiang Yuechu frowned and turned to look at Wei Qing, who was stifling a laugh beside her.
"Should I know him?"
Wei Qing burst out laughing and quickly waved her hand.
"No, no, you don't know him. He's just a writer of sappy poetry. Our Lord Jiang is busy with a myriad of affairs; she doesn't have time to remember the names of stray cats and dogs."
Jiang Yuechu nodded, turned her Face back, and spoke in a flat tone.
"Then scram."
Su Qingzhou: "..."
In this Chang'an City, who didn't respectfully call him Great Scholar Su when they saw Su Qingzhou?
Even the Young Misses of princes and nobles considered it an honor to obtain a piece of his calligraphy.
But now.
He took the initiative to strike up a conversation, only to be treated like a stray cat or dog blocking the way?!
"Young Miss, aren't you being a bit unreasonable?"
Su Qingzhou struggled to maintain his composure, but his smile looked forced no matter how one viewed it.
"I, Su, had good intentions, wishing to make your acquaintance. By pushing me away so completely, are you perhaps looking down on me?"
Jiang Yuechu grew impatient.
She lifted her eyelids, and a faint red glow flashed in her eyes.
"I won't say it a third time. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll leave here alive."
Su Qingzhou's body stiffened.
For some reason, being stared at by those eyes gave him the illusion of being targeted by a demon.
But under the scrutiny of the crowd, if he just slunk away like this, where would Great Scholar Su put his Face?
Moreover, she was only a woman.
Thinking this, the fear in Su Qingzhou's heart dissipated considerably, replaced by a burst of annoyance.
"Young Miss, what is the meaning of this?"
He took a step forward, lightly tapped the table with his folding fan, and spoke aggressively.
"Today is Prince Jing's Liushang Banquet. Everyone present is a prominent figure in the capital, and we value refinement."
"For the Young Miss to be so rude and uncivilized, do you perhaps believe that relying on the influence of the Wei Residence allows you to look down on everyone?"
In the corner.
Gu Changge originally did not want to acknowledge Jiang Yuechu in such a setting.
After all, it would draw too much attention.
But he suddenly realized that True Qi was faintly circulating around the young woman.
Damn it!
This venerable ancestor is about to strike!
At this grand banquet in the Prince Jings Estate, in front of so many people, if Jiang Yuechu really smashed the head of this fellow surnamed Su with a single slap... Thinking of this.
Gu Changge disregarded everything else, shot up from his seat, and scrambled over.
"Stop—!!!"