In the end, Zhu Qingling still failed to treat them to a meal.
At Lady Suliman's enthusiastic invitation, the whole group dined at the palace.
Everyone saw how warmly Lady Suliman treated Zhu Qingling. Those familiar with Zhu Qingling thought it only natural, while those who were not found it strange. Why was the dignified president of the Magic Association fawning over a young girl like this?
After asking around and learning who Zhu Qingling was, every one of them was left aghast.
No one dared underestimate Zhu Qingling. They all followed Lady Suliman's example and kept smiling ingratiatingly at her.
Most of these people were important ministers of the kingdom, and quite a few of the King's relatives were among them.
Among those relatives was a young man who prided himself on being suave and handsome. When he tried to strike up a conversation, Haer mocked him:
"With you looking like that, you'd better not go humiliate yourself!"
"Haer!"
The young man's name was Nelson. He was an eighteen-year-old with delicate, elfin features, at the age when his pride and confidence were at their peak. Being looked down on by Haer enraged him, but Zhu Qingling and Lady Suliman were chatting happily at the head of the table, with the King and Queen accompanying them.
As a member of the royal family, he represented the dignity of the royal family.
No matter how angry he was, Young Nelson did not want to lose his composure. He forcibly suppressed his fury and said as calmly and gently as he could:
"If you don't explain yourself today, I won't let you off!"
"Nelson, how exactly are you going to deal with me?"
Haer had suffered too many setbacks at Zhu Qingling's hands and was now desperate to vent his frustration. Since