Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1565 - 356, Lift your noble buttocks (Third Watch)

Looking at the invitation that had been altered to number ten, Xia Zheng curled his lips upward, waving the invite in one hand and gesturing with his fingers in the other, he laughed at He Lienuo, who was already dumbfounded, "My apologies, Young Master Helian, please kindly lift your esteemed buttocks and move!"

Su Tianrui also pointed at the last row of the spectator area with a feeling of vindication, and called out to him: "Young Master Helian, please. Your noble buttocks are only suited to that distinguished place. Leave this wretched spot for my stinky and dirty rear!"

If it weren’t for the many commoners from the Capital city and numerous nobles with concealed identities present, Su Tianrui would definitely have slapped his own rear end regardless of status, sending He Lienuo a "get lost" gesture!

Watching the invitation in Xia Zheng’s hand revert to its true form, He Lienuo was both furious and regretful. He blamed his earlier overconfidence for not anticipating Xia Zheng’s manipulation of the invitation.

But even now that he knew, what about it? Was he supposed to sit in the last seat?

Hmph!

There’s no way the Crown Prince of Xiliang Country should be relegated to the very back!

He Lienuo straightened out his clothes, and his ink jade bone fan snapped open once again. He swung it leisurely and his slightly upturned eyes were full of charm.

"A seat at the very end, and Second Young Master Xia has cheated me out of two thousand taels of silver. Second Young Master Xia is indeed remarkable!"

Xia Zheng raised his eyebrows, exchanging a look that said, "The feeling is mutual" with him.

He Lienuo was more annoyed, although he had moved away from seat No. 1 of Tianzi, sitting at the back was absolutely out of the question.

Glancing at Su Tianrui, He Lienuo knew that it was impossible to get the number one seat from him.

However, number two...

Looking at the number two judge, who had been caught in the fray and suffered for no reason, He Lienuo’s lips slightly curved up. With a twist of his foot, he sat next to the number one seat, and shook his fan very comfortably, half-closing his eyes, he sighed with pleasure: "This seat isn’t bad. It barely matches my... status."

Such a self-proclaimed superior man wouldn’t vulgarly talk about buttocks and rear ends, so as he spoke, he changed the word "rear" to "status."

"Ah? This, Young Master, this seat is mine?"

The young man sitting in seat number two was a second son of a wealthy family from Yecheng, an outright rich second generation who had spent five hundred taels of silver to buy the number two spot from someone else.

Although he was just a rich second generation from Yecheng, given that Yecheng was adjoined to the Capital city, this wealthy second-generation son often traveled to the Capital city and was very familiar with the identities of Xia Zheng and Su Tianrui.

Moreover, although he was a bit frightened by the commotion earlier, he still overheard something about the "Crown Prince."

Could it be that this fellow, adorned with pearls and gems from top to bottom, was a Crown Prince?

The rich second-generation son’s tongue was tied, and his words came out weakly.

He Lienuo curled his lip, sitting even more firmly.

Just as Xia Zheng and Su Tianrui were about to speak up for this bewildered rich second-generation son, a crafty short man already pulled out a stack of silver notes from his bosom and flung them in front of the rich second-gen: "One thousand taels of silver, my Young Master will exchange seats with you."

One thousand taels of silver?

True to the blood of a rich family’s son, the rich second-gen’s spirits revived at the sight of the silver notes. Displaying scorn, he muttered, "One thousand taels of silver, I’m not so destitute as to..."

Before he could finish, the short man shrugged his shoulders with impatience, and snapped his right fingers.

Bang!

At the crisp sound, everyone saw the tall man’s heavy step and the flurry of wood shavings by his foot.

The tall man had smashed the stool of No. 1 of Tianzi with one foot!

Now, without needing the short man to say anything more, the rich second-generation son quickly bowed and agreed, hurrying to the last row’s No. 20 of Tianzi, even forgoing the offer of one thousand taels of silver.

He Lienuo’s lips curved into a disdainful smile, and of course, he didn’t forget to provocatively raise his eyebrows at Xia Zheng.

If you want to push me to the back, I insist on staying at the front!

He had thought Xia Zheng would get so angry his nose would be crooked, yet unexpectedly...

"Oh dear, oh dear, are you saying you don’t want this one thousand taels of silver? Truly? What a pity! Since that’s the case, this Young Master will reluctantly accept it!"

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