Skip to main content

Acting

"Oh? I didn't expect that my eldest brother would be here too."

When Li Juntang was about to burn incense for the deceased, he saw Li Wenxing and Li Guanglong in the mourning hall and bowed politely: "Hello, big brothers."

In fact, he had already guessed this situation before he came, so he was not surprised at all.

The eight wealthy families and four royal families were all his targets for winning over.

Now that the Duncan family is still wavering and has not decided who to support, he will naturally not miss this opportunity.

"Third brother, I heard that you left Stonia for work, how come you came back so soon?" Li Wenxing said meaningfully.

"My little thing is not worth mentioning at all, so after hearing the news of General Duncan's heroic sacrifice, I immediately rushed here, intending to personally see General Duncan off for the last time." Li Juntang answered beautifully.

Not only did he resolve his eldest brother's verbal challenges, but he also took the opportunity to show his sincerity in mourning to the Duncan family.

"Third brother, don't just stand there, light a stick of incense for General Duncan first." Li Guanglong said lightly.

"That's natural."

Li Juntang nodded slightly, then walked into the mourning hall, lit three incense sticks, looked at the portrait, his eyes red, and his expression was sad: "General Duncan, your departure is a great pain for us and a great loss for the country!

Looking back on the past, you have led the troops in battle many times, charging into battle and repeatedly making outstanding achievements with your extraordinary courage and outstanding military talents.

The stability of the capital, the peace and prosperity of the Zhou people, every place is engraved with your glorious achievements.

Your bravery and fearlessness have inspired countless passionate men to devote themselves to serving the country.

Today, I stand here, my heart filled with admiration for you and deep sorrow. May you rest in peace!

Your great achievements will be remembered forever and recorded in history!”

After saying this, Li Juntang raised the incense above his head with both hands, then bowed deeply three times to the coffin.

These words moved many people.

They didn't expect that the third prince was so affectionate and righteous. His expression of grief over the loss of a beloved general was very contagious.

Even though everyone in the Duncan family knew that these were just polite words, they were still very moved.

No matter what, at least Li Juntang’s attitude is clear.

"Third brother is such an excellent actor! With this trick, he outshines both you and me." Li Wenxing frowned slightly.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison. He had come to the scene as the eldest prince, burning incense and expressing condolences, which was considered to be lowering his status and he had done his utmost.

Unexpectedly, Li Juntang did something even more drastic.

The heavy and sorrowful tone and the look on his face as if he was about to cry, if you didn't know better, you would think that his parents had died.

If he were asked to do it again, he would not be able to do it in the same way.

"Humph! They are all unorthodox methods!"

Li Guanglong sneered: "Everyone can see that Third Brother is just pretending. The Duncan family is not stupid. They naturally know what these nice words mean."

"Brother, there is a saying that goes, 'Flattery never wears out, no matter how many times it is worn. Even if we know it is just nice talk, even if we know it is pretentious, it still makes people feel comfortable to listen to and pleasing to the eye. This is the excellence of my third brother." Li Wenxing said with deep meaning.

Although flattery cannot change the situation, it can still add color to certain critical moments.

For example, if two people are equally capable, one is good at talking and the other is just pretending to be nice, naturally the former is more likely to win people's hearts.

Just as Li Wenxing and Li Guanglong were whispering, Duke Duncan, dressed in plain clothes, slowly walked into the mourning hall with the support of Natasha.

It attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

"Hello, Duke Duncan!"

Everyone bowed in greeting.

The three princes were no exception and bowed respectfully as juniors.

In the court, they are princes, but here, they are the younger generations who come to pay their respects.

"Thank you all for sending my son off. I am truly grateful."

Duke Duncan bowed to everyone, his voice slightly hoarse.

"General Duncan has spoken. General Duncan risked his life for the country, and we should come here to bid him farewell. If the Duncan family has any difficulties in the future, Juntang will definitely help them with all his strength." Li Juntang stepped forward first, with sadness still on his face.

Li Wenxing and Li Guanglong looked at each other and stepped forward to express their opinions, and what they said was almost the same.

In front of others, they can still put on airs, but in front of Duke Duncan, it is obviously not the case.

As the elder on the spot and a super-class noble, Duke Duncan's status and position are far beyond the reach of people like Kangjian Duncan.

Whether they can ascend to the throne depends on Duke Duncan's vote.

"I am grateful that your three princes have come to pay their respects. However, the Duncan residence is very busy now, and I am afraid that I may have neglected your three princes. I hope your three princes can understand." Duke Duncan sighed softly.

His words were cryptic, but they actually had another meaning, which was that the Duncan family was currently in a special period and was unwilling to participate in party struggles.

We’ll talk about it later if there’s anything. - Ton

Comments

Anonymous said…
Thanks for the update, Admin TON
Sid said…
Please some1 give RedBull to author to speed up... Dnt want filler episodes


Thanks Ton for updates 🙏

Popular posts from this blog

Hard to Tell

"Let me correct you." Dustin slowly clenched his hand, and a white long sword with the power of Xuanqing Zhenqi quickly took shape. "In our Dragonmarsh, there is no so-called God, only...Yan Luo, the ruler of hell!" As the last word came out, a violent sword energy burst out. In an instant, within a radius of dozens of meters, there was a strong wind, flying sand and rocks, and the waves on the beach became increasingly turbulent. "Such a powerful pressure! Such a terrifying sword energy! Is this Logan Rhys' true strength?" Feeling the awe-inspiring momentum, General Long Wei and Liu Jun and others couldn't help but change their expressions. It was not until then that they realized that Dustin had not been serious at all before. In other words, with their strength, they are not qualified to be taken seriously by the other party. Only a top powerhouse like the God King Poseidon can make Logan Rhys give his all. “Interesting… It’s r...

Beheaded with One Sword

After a while, the turbulent sea finally calmed down. Only the diffuse steam cloud, like a huge monster, slowly spread out in all directions, as if telling the story of the thrilling battle that just took place. Dustin held the Sky Sword in his hand, stood on the sea with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the front. His clothes were torn and his body was covered with wounds. Blood kept dripping from his wounds, dyeing the sea water under his feet red. “Boom!” Suddenly, a headless corpse emerged from the sea. The corpse was covered with blue scales, and there was a pair of tattered blue flesh wings on its back. Its body was riddled with holes. The deep blue blood mixed with the sea water and gradually disappeared into thin air. This is not the corpse of Poseidon! “Dead…dead? How is that possible?!” Looking at the headless corpse floating on the sea, General Long Wei and Liu Jun and his men couldn't help but widen their eyes with expressions of horror. The...