Qingqiu Tea Party Begins

The three sisters, Long Mo'er and Ao Miaomiao, also rushed over and bowed to Long Yanran.

"Greetings, Grand Princess!"

Long Yanran nodded, but her gaze was fixed on Hua Qiang.

Now is not the time for pleasantries. If these kids take advantage of her inattention and stomp on her, her nephew will be dead.

Long Mo'er quickly grabbed Hua Qiang's hand. "Brother Qiang, let it go, don't make things worse."

Ao Shanshan opened her big eyes wide, blinking them back and forth between the two of them.

Then, in a shocking move, he said, "Third Prince, you owe my Eldest Brother a total of 2.8 billion Spirit Crystals. Hurry up and pay it back!"

She's been keeping this in mind all along. She's betting chips at the gambling table, so she has to cash them in; otherwise, wouldn't it all be for nothing?

Long Yanran was stunned by this information and stared blankly at Ao Shanshan, asking, "Little sister, what did you mean by what you just said?"

"Long Rikong owes you 12.8 billion?"

"Of course, big sister, Shanshan would never lie!"

Before Long Yanran could ask any more questions, she continued, "The former Third Prince wanted to gamble with my Eldest Brother, and then lost 12.8 billion to Eldest Brother, which hasn't been paid out yet!"

"You don't think my Eldest Brother hit him for no reason, do you?"

Everything has Karma. Let's settle this payment first, and we'll talk about the rest later!

Looking at Ao Shanshan, who was standing with her hands on her hips like a little adult, making decisions for herself, Hua Qiang was speechless.

It seems that liking shiny things is in a dragon's nature, regardless of age.

Long Yanran looked at Long Rikong with disbelief and suppressed her anger.

"Is that what happened? Tell me!"

Long Rikong lowered his head, his eyes darting around.

How could someone Bing Xue intelligent as her not know that this was true?

Immediately, Yu said, "Since you owe someone money, you should settle it. Hurry up and give them the money!"

Rikong blushed, swallowed hard, and stammered, "I... I don't have that much money."

Long Yanran's lips twitched slightly, and she said angrily, "No money? You have no money but you still try to gamble? You good-for-nothing!"

"Tell me, how much do you have on you?"

"8.6 billion."

Hiss--

Long Yanran gasped in shock. Damn it, he actually had 8.6 billion on him? This is what you call being broke?

That's more than her money! Just thinking about how he lost 12.8 billion to the other party made Long Yanran almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

How dare this spendthrift!

Then, she became conflicted again.

8.6 billion. That means there's still a deficit of 4.2 billion, which is a bit painful for her!

She only has less than 5 billion in her own Little Gold, so wouldn't it be a waste to give all of it to this bastard? She'd be back to square one overnight.

But she couldn't just ignore her nephew's plight.

"Take it out!" Long Yanran gritted her teeth.

Deep within a misty sea of clouds, seemingly a fairyland forgotten by heaven, several suspended mountains float in the air, appearing and disappearing.

Enveloped in mist, she resembles a fairy draped in a thin veil, mysterious and captivating.

Among them, the most magnificent and spectacular is the suspended mountain in the middle, which seems to be the master of this world and exudes an aura of awe.

Around this suspended mountain, many magnificent palaces are built in a well-organized manner.

The palace has a unique architectural style, with upturned eaves and golden splendor, radiating a dazzling light under the sunlight.

Every detail is exquisitely crafted, as if it were made by a master craftsman.

The palaces are connected by winding paths, which are lined with exotic plants and their fragrance fills the air.

In the middle of the suspended mountain, on a large open space, stands an enormous pavilion.

The roof of the pavilion is constructed from exquisite timber and carved with various auspicious patterns.

Inside the pavilion, there are many stone tables with smooth, mirror-like surfaces, laden with a dazzling array of fruits and tempting wines.

The aroma of melons and fruits mingled with the mellow fragrance of wine, permeating the entire pavilion.

To the north, there is also a large rectangular stone platform.

The stone platform is pure white like jade, and many writing implements are placed on it. The brushes on the brush holder are neatly arranged, and the fragrance of ink fills the air.

The Xuan paper is laid out flat, as if waiting for a destined person to wield their brush and write down poems, lyrics, and songs that will be passed down through the ages.

At this moment, many girls dressed in long white dresses flitted back and forth among them like light butterflies.

Their steps were light and graceful, their figures were slender and elegant, their faces were stunning, their skin was as white as snow, and their features were exquisite. They were so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

The girls carried exquisite fruit platters or wine jugs, constantly refilling tea and wine for the guests at the stone table, and serving them delicious fruits and vegetables.

Several people were already sitting on the stone table. They were all sitting upright, with solemn expressions, trying their best to present what they considered to be their best appearance.

They were dressed in fine clothes and behaved elegantly, clearly indicating that they came from distinguished backgrounds.

Just then, Hua Qiang and his group, led by Long Yanran, also arrived at the scene.

Long Yanran was dressed in a gorgeous palace gown and wore a phoenix crown. Her temperament was noble and elegant, just like a fairy from the heavens.

Every move she makes exudes an irresistible charm.

Yuan sat upright in the pavilion. When everyone saw Long Yanran, they quickly stood up and bowed.

They said in unison, "Greetings, Lord Changlian!"

The sound was clear and loud, echoing in the air above the suspended mountain.

Long Yanran slightly, a gentle smile on her face, and gestured for everyone to sit down.

She then led Hua Qiang and the others to a VIP table at the very front.

The movements were elegant and composed, displaying royal demeanor.

After arranging everyone, she took light, graceful steps and slowly walked onto the stone platform.

Long Yanran stood on the stone platform, her gaze sweeping across the entire venue, and said in a clear and melodious voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, the annual Qingqiu Tea Party, which everyone has been eagerly anticipating, is finally about to begin."

I hope that all of you talented young people will speak freely and fully display your talents.

Those interested are welcome to come up on stage and leave their calligraphy and beautiful writing.

For this tea tasting event, the Imperial Palace invited the two most renowned and learned scholars in the empire to serve as judges.

If any talented scholar's writing catches the eye of these two great scholars, then congratulations! Prestige, fame, and rapid advancement are just around the corner!

As soon as she finished speaking, a lively discussion broke out from the audience.

Everyone's eyes gleamed with eager anticipation, as if they could already envision the day when they would be draped in red ribbons, achieving great success.

A young man dressed in a brocade robe stood up excitedly.

"My lord, my surname is Cui and my given name is Lin. I am willing to be the one to offer a humble suggestion."

Then he cupped his hands in greeting to everyone and said, "I am not very talented, so I will go up and make a fool of myself first!"