Having lived for more than thirty years, Xiao Lu has been having bad luck recently, as if he had used up all the good luck in the first half of his life.
Originally, he had tried his best to please the Second Prince, Yelü Shege, by hosting banquets and buying famous paintings. It had initially shown results, and the Second Prince seemed to remember him. But who would have thought that overnight, Yelü Qin, who was in charge of the palace, was stabbed by an assassin, and the Second Prince no longer had time to care about Xiao Lu, a small figure, and forgot about him.
Xiao Lu tried to please Yelu Shege again and again, but Yelu Shege refused to see him. Flattering is a skill that not everyone can do well.
Xiao Lu said: "It's really unlucky. If it weren't for Qiao Jiu's son suddenly falling ill and being unable to see the Second Prince, causing the Second Prince to vent his anger on me, would I have ended up like this?"
Xiao Lu was having breakfast. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He threw his sleeves and said, "From now on, I, Xiao Lu, will never have anything to do with Qiao Jiu again!"
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