The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

The Duke of Yingguo's Mansion is of high status and is not far from Princess Boyang, just diagonally opposite.

Jiang Zhiyue sat down with the eldest princess, and Princess Fu specially ordered someone to add a table for her.

As a result, Princess Boyang insisted on letting Jiang Zhiyue sit in Lu Qingxiao's seat, and instead drove Lu Qingxiao to the new table moved by Princess Fu.

Lu Qingxiao is tall, and the newly moved table is a bit small, which makes the space seem a bit cramped.

When Jiang Zhiyue saw Lu Qingxiao sitting there without changing his expression, she felt a little uneasy.

"Your Highness, I'd better go to the small table. I don't want the general to be wronged because of me."

Jiang Zhiyue didn't want to attract so much attention.

It's really because Lu Qingxiao is too handsome, and his aura is so overwhelming that even when he leans on someone casually, he can exude a sense of oppression.

Almost every person passing by only dared to look at him secretly.

It’s this temperament...that really doesn’t match that small table.

Princess Boyang glanced at her traitorous son and patted Jiang Zhiyue's hand, "He is not someone who will suffer injustice. Leave him alone."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyue gave Lu Qingxiao an apologetic look with some embarrassment.

Princess Boyang thought her son would ignore her, but Lu Qingxiao actually nodded lightly.

What the hell, a word from her as a mother is not as effective as the look from a little girl from another place?

Fortunately, Princess Boyang was not the kind of person who cared about things. She knew her son's temper very well and was too lazy to say a word to him.

This little ancestor was willing to accompany her to the banquet today, which was already giving her face.

I don’t care whether he pays attention to me or not.

Princess Boyang shifted her gaze to Jiang Zhiyue again, and sighed in her heart: Little girls are still the best, they are sweet, soft, and considerate.

It’s a pity that Lu Qingxiao, with his bad temper, doesn’t deserve the little beauty’s consideration.

The more Princess Boyang looked at Jiang Zhiyue, the more she liked him. Jiang Zhiyue's face flushed with pink for the first time in a long time.

Fu Li looked at the look on her head, the princess, and coughed lightly.

Princess Boyang came back to her senses and glared at Fu Li.

Fu Li looks at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and acts like a wooden man.

The banquet had not started yet, and Princess Boyang did not want to keep anyone in check, so she said to Jiang Zhiyue, "The princess has prepared a lot of fun things, go and have some fun, and come back after the banquet."

Jiang Zhiyue stood up slowly, "Yes, Your Highness the Princess."

Jiang Zhiyue was about to step back and leave when she heard Princess Boyang say, "Wubing, take good care of this little girl. If she loses a hair, I will only ask you for your help."

Jiang Zhiyue was stunned. What?

Did she hear it correctly?

The Princess asked Lu Qingxiao to take care of her?

"understood."

Just when Jiang Zhiyue's brain was a little confused, a lazy voice came into Jiang Zhiyue's ears.

She stared blankly at the young man who had already stood up, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

Lu Qingxiao calmly walked up to Jiang Zhiyue and looked down at her, "Let's go, little girl."

Jiang Zhiyue felt like he was dreaming.

How could the decisive young general be so well behaved in front of the princess? He just...

"What? Are you stupid?"

Lu Qingxiao bent slightly sideways to look at her.

A handsome face with deep and indifferent look suddenly came before his eyes. Jiang Zhiyue subconsciously took two steps back, and someone grabbed his shoulders again.

She raised her eyes and met Lu Qingxiao's cold almond-shaped eyes. Did he seem to be smiling in those eyes?

"Stand firm. If you fall, my mother will not let me go."

This was said with great righteousness, for he was the son of Princess Boyang!

Could it be that the eldest princess would really cause trouble for Lu Qingxiao just for a little girl like her?

"Young General, you are worrying too much. You are the most beloved son of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Lu Qingxiao was not annoyed by being stabbed by Jiang Zhiyue in such a neither soft nor hard way. He raised his eyes and looked at her calmly.

Jiang Zhiyue felt that Lu Qingxiao's face must be made of a city wall, otherwise how could he be so shameless.

She politely took her leave from the eldest princess, and Lu Qingxiao also bowed and left.

Princess Boyang smiled as she watched the two of them leave and sighed, "Look, what a lovely little girl."

Fu Li followed the princess's gaze and reminded softly, "This man has a marriage contract, arranged by the Duke of Yingguo himself, the son of the Marquis of Guangchang."

"Marquis of Guangchang?" Princess Boyang thought for a moment and was not quite sure: "Doesn't he only have one son?"

Fu Li nodded: "It's the Guangchang Marquis's son."

"There's no choice." Princess Boyang said bluntly, "How can such a pretty girl not choose a husband carefully?"

Fu Li shut up. Her parents, the princess, wanted to let the girl choose, but there was nothing she could do.

Lu Qingxiao followed Jiang Zhiyue out, and Jiang Zhiyue went to his brother and sister.

Lu Qingxiao followed her leisurely, as if he was there to protect her.

"Major General."

Jiang Tiyu was quite happy to see his sister coming over, but when he saw there was an evil god hanging behind her, his expression paled when he greeted her.

Lu Qingxiao didn't care about these things. He just hummed and said nothing else. It seemed that nothing could arouse his interest.

Jiang Wanbai and the others were a little afraid of Lu Qingxiao.

This person is good-looking, and his appearance is like a banished fairy, but not everyone can look at him.

He was a major general with an outstanding record in the bloody battlefield. He had survived many death situations and had countless lives on his hands!

"Her Royal Highness the Princess said that the Princess has arranged a lot of fun things. Let's go and see them together."

Jiang Zhiyue thought, since he was here, he must take a good look at this Western Suburbs Villa.

"Okay, I just heard they were playing pot-tossing and archery over there, and they said there were prizes."

The first person to speak up and agree with Jiang Zhiyue was Jiang Fuyao.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at Jiang Wanbai and Jiang Hengdan, and they both nodded and prepared to go over.

Jiang Tiyu didn't want Lu Qingxiao to be with his sister, so he wanted to invite him to play the game of shefu with the boys next door.

Shefu is a mathematical game somewhat related to divination.

There are not many people who can play the game of Shefu well, so it has become quite popular in Beijing recently.

Lu Qingxiao nodded casually and refused.

Jiang Tiyu:……?

Lu Qingxiao suddenly felt playful and pointed at Jiang Zhiyue, saying, "It is hard to disobey my mother's orders. If I don't follow her, even if she loses a hair, my mother will come after me."

When these words were spoken, the Jiang family brothers and sisters were stunned: What kind of nonsense is the young general saying?

Why do you say that Zhiyue is the eldest princess's child?!

Jiang Zhiyue looked at Lu Qingxiao's interested expression speechlessly, wondering how a good person could have such a big mouth.

I really want those who admire the major general to come and see how nasty this guy is in private!

Although Jiang Zhiyue was complaining in his heart, he still smiled politely: "Then let's go together, it won't be a big deal."

Jiang Tiyu came back to his senses, and when he looked at the young general again, there was a hint of tolerance in his eyes.

Perhaps it was the battlefield that gave the young general his talent for dry jokes, so it's normal for him to be a little crazy.