Chapter 399: The Fake Crown Prince Must Die

Arondas saw Jiang Li—

But his mind was never on Jiang Li.

It was on the Crown Prince before him.

"What scent is this?"

"Why? Why is this? Why do I find a man so pleasing to the eye?"

He felt he was going mad.

That strange feeling drove him mad, even making him think he was gay.

That's right—the feeling of bayoneting...

And regarding all this, Lan Lan Lite was perfectly clear in her heart.

It's just that her gaze was constantly on Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was even stranger; the fake Crown Prince before him, Lan Lan Lite, he had clearly never met, yet he felt a sense of familiarity—why was this?

Walking close, Jiang Li immediately bowed and said, "A commoner greets your Lordship, the Crown Prince!"

But Lan Lan Lite did not respond with a word.

Jiang Li bowed and paid respects again.

Feeling somewhat displeased in his heart, "Bowing without a return is purely a trick of superiors manipulating inferiors!!"

The slight favor in his heart, born of familiarity just now, instantly vanished.

"Hmm—rise!"

Lan Lan Lite said.

Jiang Li stood up in front of him.

"Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth; I never expected your first test to be so dazzling!"

"Your Highness, that was merely luck!" Jiang Li said.

"This luck of yours has broken a century-old record!" the Crown Prince said.

"You came to Wang Cheng to participate in various trials; nothing more than wanting glory and wealth, climbing a high branch. I see you are good; are you willing to be my subordinate!"

"Although your strength is not great, you are young; given time, you will surely shine brightly!" Lan Lan Lite said.

Jiang Li found it amusing in his heart.

"So you are trying to recruit me already?"

Jiang Li originally intended to agree at once; this was his goal in the first place. If he could mix in Wang Cheng to hold a minor official post serving the Crown Prince, that would be a very high position.

But thinking that if he agreed just like that, it would be far too lacking in style.

Even if he became the other's subordinate, he would not be important.

"Your Highness—as you said, I am a Daoist disciple; currently I feel I am adequate, and I am full of confidence for the upcoming assessments! So I think—"

Jiang Li swore he was truly just yielding; if the other party asked him to stay a second time, then he would definitely agree.

"Is that so! Then that is fine too; young people all have ambitions, disdaining shortcuts, wanting to prove themselves through their own strength; such thoughts are very good! Come—let us sit and drink a few cups!"

"What!"

This time it was Jiang Li's turn to be stunned.

Didn't the other party value him? Hearing his tactful refusal, wouldn't they try to persuade him to stay? Even a bit of politeness would do.

"Come—Jiang Li, I wish you realize your value soon!"

Lan Lan Lite raised his cup in mid-air.

Jiang Li stared for two or three seconds before picking up his wine cup, raising it with an unnatural smile on his face.