103: Chapter 103 Living Better Than You: The General Male Supporting Character 21

Inside the banquet hall, the atmosphere was extremely bizarre.

Following Prince Jing's command, a maid walked over with her head bowed and eyes lowered, holding an exquisite white jade wine pot in her hands.

Her expression was natural, and her steps were light as she first walked to Nan Li's table and slowly tilted the spout.

The clear wine poured into the white jade cup, and in an instant, an exceptionally rich fragrance of wine permeated the hall.

Needless to say, this wine had to be a rare item from the palace.

However, the aroma was a bit too mellow.

When she walked to Nan Jin's table and filled a cup in the same manner, Bai Ni's falcon-like pupils constricted.

After a brief moment of thought, Bai Ni signaled one of the maids in the hall.

That maid was a person from Prince Jings Mansion; she nodded slightly and left the hall on her own, with no one paying any attention.

Bai Ni's expression eased slightly, then she suddenly stepped forward half a step, leaned down slightly, and whispered quickly into Nan Jin's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Madam, this wine is problematic. From what I can smell, it is suspected to be Soft Muscle Powder used against martial artists, or perhaps... some kind of aphrodisiac. You must not drink it."

Nan Jin's fingers, resting on her knees, paused slightly, but her face remained calm, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Taking advantage of the gesture of examining the wine cup, she shifted her eyes slightly and scanned Nan Li, who was not far away, with her peripheral vision.

At this moment, Nan Li was looking at the cup of wine in front of her, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and her expression revealing a hint of hesitation.

Although she did not understand pharmacology, her personal maid Bai Ling, who was behind her, did not know martial arts like Bai Ni did.

However, she had the protagonist's halo, and her intuition told her that this cup of wine, specifically bestowed by Prince Jing, was definitely nothing good.

But being in Prince Jings Mansion, could she refuse this cup of wine?

Or rather, with people under the eaves, even if she poured out this cup of wine, what would happen if the next cup was served?

Unlike Nan Jin, Nan Li still harbored a glimmer of hope in her heart at this moment.

In public, with so many noble ladies present, Prince Jing surely couldn't really poison her to death, right?

Just as the two were lost in their own thoughts, Prince Jing, who was sitting high on the main seat, became a bit impatient.

He turned the white jade thumb ring on his thumb, looked at the two who had been slow to act, and curled his lips into a cold smile.

"What? The two sisters-in-law have been slow to drink; do you think the wine I bestowed is not up to standard? Or is it that..."

He deliberately dragged out the end of his sentence, his sinister gaze sweeping across the two.

"Or is it that the two sisters-in-law think I would poison the wine in this public setting?"

It was a very low-level provocation, but it made a lot of sense.

At least Nan Li could not refute it.

She did not know, however, that Prince Jing never intended to kill them.

And even if things blew up, Princess Jing would take all the blame.

Relying on the royal heir in her womb, even if she were punished by the Emperor, she could delay it until a year later, after the child was born, before being sentenced.

But given The Old Emperor's health, who would be in charge of this country a year later was anyone's guess.

Therefore, Prince Jing was fearless; as long as he was certain that the Nan sisters were indeed the weak points of Prince Yu and Meng Zhu, then everything was under his control.

People with weak points cannot do crazy things.

And without this information gap, Prince Jing's current provocation was nothing short of vicious.

With things said to this extent, most of the women present also felt that there should be no problem with this wine.

Nan Li bit her lower lip, pondering in her heart.

Even if Prince Jing were crazy, he wouldn't openly poison the wife of a prince and the wife of a third-rank official at a banquet full of noble ladies.

At this moment, remaining in a stalemate was meaningless.

So, Nan Li took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble.

She reached out, her fingertips just touching the cold cup wall, and was about to pick it up.

"If you want to drink it, sister, then go ahead."

"Anyway, I will not drink it."

A cold and lazy voice suddenly rang out in the hall, abruptly interrupting Nan Li's actions.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Nan Jin leaning back slightly, no longer having the dignified appearance of a noble lady as before.

It was as if she had suddenly unleashed her true nature.

In common terms, she stopped pretending.

Leaning lightly against the back of the chair, she glanced sideways at Prince Jing, a sneer appearing on the corner of her mouth.

She then looked at Nan Li, her smile and tone casual, but the words she spat out were like a thunderclap.

"My husband and Prince Jing do not have a deep friendship to begin with. I suspect that Prince Jing has poisoned it, so I do not want to drink. I wonder what Your Highness thinks?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.

Then, it quickly fell into dead silence; all the noble ladies widened their eyes in terror, and even held their breath subconsciously.

No one expected that this General's wife would be so bold, leaving no room for subtlety, and speaking so bluntly and embarrassingly.

When Nan Li heard this, her heart was also shocked, and the hand that was about to pick up the wine cup was like being scalded by fire, and she subconsciously retracted it.

She looked at Nan Jin with suspicion, only to see that Nan Jin's expression was calm, and she even picked up the teacup beside her and took a slow sip.

"Holy crap! Nan Jin suddenly revealed her true form; this direct approach is like flipping the table!"

"Is she really that bold? When we weren't looking, when did Meng Zhu raise her to be so arrogant?"

"Nan Jin: I say it's poisonous, and I'm not drinking it. What are you going to do about it?"

"Nan Li is too scared to drink it because of what she said, I'm dying of laughter."

"Wait, won't the pretense fail? Can she really withstand Prince Jing?"

A flurry of comments gathered above Nan Jin's head, facing the head of the table, as if to show their stance.

On the main seat, the fake smile on Prince Jing's face disappeared bit by bit, replaced by gloom.

He stared fixedly at Nan Jin, his gaze as if wanting to swallow her alive.

The air pressure in the hall was terrifyingly low, yet Nan Jin seemed not to feel it at all.

The maids behind those ladies were all terrified, looking at each other, their legs weak.

Nan Li's personal maid, Bai Ling, was even sweating profusely with anxiety, after all, there was no such wine in front of those noble ladies.

"Good, very good."

Prince Jing was silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a low, cold laugh from his throat.

"Then what if I say that today, you must drink this wine?"

His eyes suddenly became as cold as a viper; it seemed he was done pretending too.

The air gradually solidified, and Nan Li's face turned pale.

"Drink what?"

Just at this critical, tense moment!

Suddenly, there was the voice of a strange man.

A figure wearing a dark purple python robe strode across the threshold, bursting into the hall with a biting cold wind.

"What was Imperial Brother talking about just now?"

The newcomer's gaze was like lightning, quickly locking onto Nan Li in the crowd.

Prince Jing's anger quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"Why has the Sixth Brother come?"

The person who burst into the hall was none other than Prince Yu.