Chapter 1878: 1866: You Dare Touch My Man Too?

Chapter 1878: Chapter 1866: You Dare Touch My Man Too?

The atmosphere below seemed harmonious for a moment.

The King of the Grasslands still beamed with a smile, holding the Third Queen, raising his glass to Qi Le. The Third Queen in his arms also lifted her glass coquettishly, her smile reflecting a bit of pride and show-off.

The nobles and ladies below, focused on the scene above, hurriedly lowered their heads to drink, not daring to look any further.

Qi Le glanced indifferently at the King of the Grasslands, raised his glass ceremonially, barely touching his lips, and then set it down.

A flicker of anger crossed the King of the Grasslands’ face, but he quickly suppressed it, and continued pouring wine for the Third Queen as if no one was around.

The banquets on the grasslands, especially those of the nobility, are naturally unruly.

Once the nobles drink too much, propriety and shame are mostly discarded.

The dancing female slaves below, as well as the nearby wine-serving maids with any semblance of beauty, rarely escape their wolfish claws.

These are the norms of such banquets.

This was supposed to be a national banquet today, and those qualified to attend knew they had to restrain themselves.

Moreover, there were ladies attending the banquet, and the Queen was seated above.

Unexpectedly, the King of the Grasslands indulged first, behaving like this with the Third Queen in front of the Great Chu Diplomatic Mission.

Some faces changed, some tentatively glanced at Qi Le, while others couldn’t suppress their desires and began to get handsy with the maids nearby.

All the ladies looked displeased, knowing full well what kind of men their husbands were.

They knew well enough about their men’s indulgences at these banquets, but out of sight, out of mind.

Besides, these female slaves and maids are merely trifles, never to be taken home, so they pretended not to know.

But seeing the King of the Grasslands openly disrespect Queen Ah Lan in front of these nobles and the Great Chu Diplomatic Mission, even those dissatisfied with Qi Le felt a sting, knowing she was the legitimate wife.

Reflecting on their own husbands, when they had beloved concubines, they also doted on them, letting those Vixen Spirits forget the boundaries.

Watching the men beside them, some already displayed changed expressions and restless hands.

It’s disgusting as if they’ve swallowed flies.

Not just the ladies, even some slightly intelligent nobles of the grasslands were puzzled by the King of the Grasslands’ actions?

Especially seeing the Great Chu Diplomatic Mission’s members’ astonished expressions from across, even with their thick old faces like city walls, they couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

The disgrace went all the way to Great Chu!

Song Chongjin and Wang Yongzhu couldn’t understand what kind of mischief the King of the Grasslands and Qi Le were up to.

Previously, it was widely known that the King of the Grasslands was completely obedient to Qi Le, Queen Ah Lan, even allowing her a share in governance and power.

Then Bi Zhu mentioned that in recent months, the King of the Grasslands’ attitude towards Qi Le seemed to have declined.

Looking now, this wasn’t just a bad attitude; it was a total slap in the face! Completely disregarding Qi Le!

Moreover, Qi Le’s attitude was utterly indifferent.

What was this play?

The two exchanged glances and decided it was best to observe calmly the changing situation.

The King of the Grasslands seemed impatient to stay, leaving with the Third Queen before the banquet was even halfway through.

Even Song Chongjin and Wang Yongzhu were dumbfounded. It’s a national banquet, and there were foreign envoys, yet he just left like that?

Wang Yongzhu, who had been paying attention to the King of the Grasslands, noticed something odd: when the King of the Grasslands took his beauty away, he seemed to glance subtly and unintentionally in Qi Le’s direction.

Qi Le remained seated, without any expression.

The King of the Grasslands’ gaze briefly twisted and turned angry, but then changed into a mocking smile as he continued on his way.

This led Wang Yongzhu to a bold speculation: could it be that the King of the Grasslands was deliberately provoking Qi Le, trying to gain her attention?

What kind of greasy middle-aged uncle love story was this! And at such an age, playing this game? Isn’t it tiring?

With the King of the Grasslands gone, and Qi Le presiding above, the people below restrained themselves.

However, she soon stood up as well; compared to the departure of the King of the Grasslands, quite a few nobles rose to respectfully see Qi Le off.

After Bi Zhu gave Wang Yongzhu a meaningful look, she followed Qi Le out serenely.

With both the King and Queen of the Grasslands gone, the people below began indulging.

Some even began to jeer, urging the dancing female slaves to tempt and tease the seated Great Chu Diplomatic Mission officials.

The Great Chu officials, unfamiliar with such a scene, recoiled continuously, prompting the grassland nobles to jeer, mocking the Great Chu officials for being timid.

Especially a few bold female slaves who twisted their waists, trying to crawl into Song Chongjin’s arms.

Before they even got close to Song Chongjin, Wang Yongzhu kicked them away one by one.

Wang Yongzhu’s kicks were measured, merely sending the female slaves flying onto the table next to them, overturning the delicacies and wine, causing them to cry out in distress.

The sound of the morin khuur nearby stopped abruptly, as if having its throat cut.

The nobles teasing beauties were also startled, and the banquet fell silent.

All eyes were on Wang Yongzhu.

Wang Yongzhu patted her cloak, sneering, “Do you think I’m dead? Daring to touch my man? This is the first time, consider it a small warning. If you dare to recklessly come closer next time, wherever you touch my man, I’ll cut it off!”

The female slaves trembled like sieve shaking, crawling to the ground, begging for mercy.

Yet a few nobles nearby were displeased, stubbornly mocking, “Your Great Chu men are so spineless? Letting a woman dominate? Such a fierce woman in our grasslands would get whipped a dozen times to make her obedient! Ouch—”

“Indeed! Bowing your head in our grasslands means abiding by our rules! Lord Song, if you can’t handle your woman, let our Prince help—Ow—”

The two nobles who spoke were kicked away simultaneously.

“If you don’t know how to speak, just don’t speak!” Song Chongjin stepped forward a few steps, stomping harshly on the chest of one, only hearing a dull groan as the noble fainted.

Wang Yongzhu wasn’t in a hurry, waving Bayar over.

Bayar rushed forward obligingly, “Aunt, if there’s anything, please just say—”

Wang Yongzhu casually drew the gemstone-embedded whip from Bayar’s waist, nonchalantly slashing the noble who earlier mentioned whipping, leaving a bloodstain on his face.

Before he could react, his face and body were whipped over ten times, each strike drawing blood, with his thick robe torn into shreds.

The noble, accustomed to flogging others, had never personally tasted the whip’s sting and screamed like a slaughtered pig, rolling on the ground.

At first, the guards didn’t react in time, but once they did, it was too late.

Returning to their senses, they rushed in with swords, trying to surround Song Chongjin and Wang Yongzhu’s group.

Bayar impatiently waved his hand, “Get lost, Auntie’s merely giving two people a spanking, it’s their fortune! Don’t come obstructing!”

The guards looked at each other, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Prince Muhal smiled as he walked over, kicking the two nobles still rolling on the ground, “Shameful, disgraceful things, aren’t you getting out—”

The attitude was clear. The guards hesitated, sheathed their swords, and retreated.

Wang Yongzhu finally tossed the whip back to Bayar, patting his shoulder, “Your performance today wasn’t bad, deserves praise! I’ll give you a big gift shortly!”

Bayar was puzzled, unsure what it meant, while Prince Muhal squinted knowingly beside him.