My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

1599 Duanmu Heng’s Former Princess Consort (2)

Lu Zijia: “…” It was exciting to watch, but was it really good to say it so casually?

Fortunately, they were sending a voice transmission and Duanmu Heng and the others couldn’t hear them. Otherwise, it would be awkward.

Facing the affectionate Yao Meng, Duanmu Heng was unmoved. “Really? I really didn’t know that Miss Yao had such deep feelings for me. In the past five years, you’ve had many chances to look for me, but why didn’t you come?”

Speaking of this, Duanmu Heng laughed at himself. “With your identity as the daughter of the Yao family, it’s not difficult for you to make a trip to Zhuang Prefectural City, right?”

As Duanmu Heng spoke, everyone present gradually looked at Yao Meng with a strange gaze.

That’s right. Since she sounded so lovesick, why didn’t she take action when there were so many chances?

Wasn’t it a bit too hypocritical to just say no?

Yao Meng didn’t seem to notice the pairs of strange gazes. Her affectionate and sad expression didn’t change at all.

“I’ve thought of looking for you. As long as I can be with you, Your Highness, I’m willing to be imprisoned for the rest of my life.”

Yao Meng’s tears rolled down without warning and soaked the ground.

“But… But before I stepped out of the courtyard, I was discovered by the people sent by the family clan to watch over me. I’ve escaped countless times, but I’ve never been able to escape the cage of the family. Your Highness… For the past five years, I’ve been regretting it all the time. Why didn’t I die when the family clan forced me to divorce you? Your Highness, you must hate me, right? I hate that I wasn’t by your side when you were imprisoned by an evil person back then. I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’m sorry. Yao Meng let you down. It’s only right for Your Highness to hate me.”

Lu Zijia: “…” This white lotus flower was too talkative!

Besides, her acting skills were also very exquisite. There were almost no flaws.

And at this moment, a burst of very discordant hearty laughter suddenly interrupted the deep and resentful atmosphere in the trading company.

“Hahaha… Welcome, welcome. The two masters coming to our Mercenary Trading Company in person is undoubtedly the glory of our Mercenary Trading Company.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man and a woman appeared in the trading company one after another.

“I’m the president of the Mercenary Association, Shanggong Wen. I’m really lucky to meet the two masters today.” The middle-aged man with a square face cupped his hands and introduced himself to Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan.

Dong Yihong also cupped her hands. “I’m Dong Yihong. When I was in Zhuang Prefectural City, I wanted to meet the two masters. Unfortunately, the two of you were busy cultivating, so I didn’t have the chance to meet you.”

Lu Zijia smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”

“What do you need, Masters? I’ll definitely prepare it for you personally,” Shanggong Wen said solicitously.

Lu Zijia: “…” This president of the Mercenary Association was a Golden Core Patriarch after all. Prepare something for a small Foundation Establishment cultivator like her personally? How could she accept this?

“Masters, just tell us what you need. You don’t have to be polite to us,” Dong Yihong also said.

Two years ago, after asking the Liang family for a batch of inscription spiritual artifacts and array formation disks in Zhuang Prefectural City, because the beast tide was too ferocious, the Mercenary Association suffered too many casualties, so she had no choice but to bring the remaining people back to the imperial city to comfort them.

Therefore, she missed the opportunity to befriend the Liang family and Lu Zijia.

Facing these two passionate people, Lu Zijia, who was “embarrassed to refuse”, accepted them gladly.