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Not to mention, the Jiang brothers wouldn’t allow it.

While they hang out with those spoiled brats, they were not truly part of them.

Picking on Mu Jian was acceptable, but insulting him was crossing the line.

After all, Mu Jian was the commander of the Right Imperial Guards of the Crown Prince. When the prince ascends to the throne in the future, his influence will also rise.

The Jiang brothers knew the importance of choosing their battles wisely, not offending people unnecessarily.

As for why they insisted on getting Mu Jian drunk, the spoiled brats thought it was simply because they found Mu Jian disagreeable and decided to play a prank on him.

However, the brothers always had clear objectives for their actions.

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Ning peeked through the doorway. A spoiled brat, tipsy and holding a wine cup, listening to a light tune, glanced at the entrance in his peripheral vision. His whole body froze as though struck by lightning.

“Oh my, oh my!” The spoiled brat reached out to grab Jiang Fourth Son’s sleeve, “Fourth Master, where did you find such a beautiful lady? Which building is she from? How have I not seen her before?”

The Jiang brothers turned around and saw Jiang Ning, their faces showing both surprise and anger.

“Your mother’s building! Take one more glance and I’ll gouge out your eyeballs and feed them to the yellow dog!” Jiang Yi slapped the spoiled brat aside and hurriedly rushed out to pull Jiang Ning away.

The spoiled brat covered his face, crying out, “What did I do wrong? Aren’t these dancing girls meant to be watched?”

Jiang Fourth Son grabbed his neck, his voice cold and frightening, “That’s our little sister. If you dare ambush her, think about how many heads you have!”

The spoiled brat quickly slapped his face, repeatedly admitting his mistake, but still leaned in to ask, “Among the Jiang family sisters, I heard there are two concubine-born ones who are not married yet. But one is already engaged. Was the one just now the engaged one or not?”

Jiang Eldest Son kicked him to the ground, chair and all, and said coldly, “I’m not afraid to tell you, the one just now was our Seventh Sister. If you want to die, keep talking. Let’s see if we brothers can’t kill you.”

The spoiled brat, lying on the ground, thought, Seventh Sister? The Seventh Miss of the Jiang Family, isn’t she… Prime Minister Jiang’s legitimate daughter, married to that crippled Prince of Yu… The current Princess Consort?

The drunk spoiled brat woke up sober instantly.

He quickly got up and apologized with a smile, “I am so sorry, my mind was clouded. I behaved no better than a pig or a dog, Big Brother Jiang, Sir, please don’t lower yourself to my level.”

The other spoiled brats were just enjoying the drama.

If you’re not familiar with the Jiang family and still dare to come to drink, isn’t it like walking right into a trap?

Jiang Yi pulled Jiang Ning into the side room, making her sit down before he said, “If you needed something, you could have sent someone to pass a message. Why did you come here yourself? You didn’t even bring anyone with you. What if some scoundrel had harassed you?”

Jiang Ning laughed, “Third Brother, do you think I am that stupid? Gucheng is with me.”

Jiang Yi looked out the window and sure enough, he saw Gucheng sitting on the roof.

A lonely, thin black shadow, like a crow.

“What is it?” Jiang Yi asked.

“I wanted to see how Mu Jian is doing.”

“You could have had your maidservant ask.”

“They don’t often get to come home, so I let them go and reunite with their families. I didn’t ask them to follow.” Jiang Ning said, “Third Brother, while you guys made Mu Jian drunk, please don’t insult him intentionally. After all, he controls an army, if you push him too far, we will suffer the consequences.”