Just as Wu Dianshan was sighing with emotion, Wang Shouzhe and his wife, along with Wu Mingyuan and his wife, had already deftly split into two groups.
Wang Shouzhe and Wu Mingyuan formed one group. Seated side by side, both wore smiles as gentle as spring breeze and rain as they exchanged utterly vacuous pleasantries.
Liu Ruolan and Gongye Qingrui sat on the other side and began their wives' diplomacy. Between two beautiful, mature, and captivating women, finding common ground was hardly difficult.
"Big Sister Qingrui, your skin is so moist and fair, delicate enough to break with a puff, and your hair is glossy and jet-black as well. Do you have some secret to it?" Liu Ruolan displayed another side of herself as the matriarch of a great clan—gentle and poised, her smile as soothing as a spring breeze.
At this moment, she was practically a different person from the overbearing goddess of war who wielded a sword and hacked people down.
She had no choice, either. Who told her great-grandson to be a boy? No matter what, this time it was the little princess who had suffered the greater loss.
"You don't know, Little Sister Ruolan. Our North Guard is battered by wind and sand all year round, and the climate is parched. Only a single-minded man like mine would voluntarily ask to take that wretched place as his fief." As Gongye Qingrui spoke, she shot Wu Mingyuan a distant glare before laughing prettily. "In my earlier years, my hair was so dry it split at the ends. Fortunately, Princess Zhenzuo would send me such precious medicines as Ice-Skin Jade-Complexion Moisturizing Cream and Soft Silken Tresses from time to time, nourishing my skin and hair until I finally restored them."
Liu Ruolan immediately brightened, smiling radiantly. "Big Sister