The Great Dream God

Chapter 205: Vigorous and Vigorous

Meng Jin was dressed in a carefully tailored suit, straight and solemn, which set off his resolute outline.

His tie was a deep blue, like the stars in the night sky, which complemented the expectation flashing in his eyes.

Standing in the grand and magnificent lobby of the Senate, with the ancient marble floor under your feet, every step echoes with the echo of history.

Princess Ziyang beside him was wearing a gorgeous dress. Her purple skirt shone brightly under the light, like the rising sun, adding a touch of warmth to the solemn environment.

Meng Jin glanced at Princess Ziyang, and her eyes were also filled with nervousness and excitement, as if he could see the waves in each other's hearts. He whispered, "It's unbelievable that I am about to receive the honor I deserve - the title. This is not just a title, but also a recognition of my efforts and a reward for my hard work." His voice was firm and powerful, and every word was resounding.

Princess Ziyang, the noble lady in purple clothes and elegant temperament, gently turned to him, her eyes flashing with a soft and firm light, and said to him: "Look, this is the title I fought hard for you!" Her voice was like the morning dew, crystal clear and warm, and every word was full of deep concern and endless support for him. This title is not just a title, but also a testimony of her dedication to him. She shuttled through the red tape of the court and maneuvered in the vortex of power, just to open a path to glory for him.

Meng Jin's voice was full of determination and pride, as if the war years in the past were right in front of him. "If I hadn't stood up again and again in the swordplay, if I hadn't fought bravely despite the danger of life and death, how could I have been crowned with such an honor today? Every scar is a medal, and every struggle on the brink of life and death is a ladder to glory. I have built this status with sweat and blood, and written this history with fearlessness and tenacity. During those long days and nights, I fought against the enemy's iron hoofs on the front line, defended my faith with my life, just to exchange for the tranquility and peace of the people. This title is not only a symbol of power, but also a testimony to my heroic battles, and a mark of my selfless dedication to the country and the people."

Princess Ziyang spoke calmly and confidently, with a wise light in her eyes, as if she had insight into all the power struggles and human hearts in the world. "It is true that you are talented and capable, there is no doubt about that. However, talent is like an uncut gem, it needs the right time and the right platform to shine. In this complicated court, the game of power cannot be played by one person alone. My support is like a well-designed stage, providing you with a great opportunity to show yourself. Without my help, how many people will recognize your ambitions, and who will stand up and recommend you for promotion? In this silent competition, the power of allies is sometimes more important than personal brilliance."

Meng Jin's tone was full of helplessness and irony. He looked directly at the group of people who were maneuvering in the Senate and said slowly: "You guys, who have been struggling in the Senate, are really shameless to the fullest!" Every word he said was like a stone that hit their glamorous masks, revealing the hypocrisy and cunning behind the power game. Although Meng Jin's words were speechless, they were like needles in the back, making people feel a chill in their hearts. He did not directly accuse them of their specific behavior, but the deep disdain was enough to explain everything. In this silent debate, he used the power of words to expose the moral degradation behind those seemingly noble things, which made people reflect on whether power can really cover up all ugliness.

Princess Ziyang smiled slightly, and that smile contained a kind of calm confidence, as if no ridicule or mockery could shake her self-esteem. She said softly: "I appreciate your praise, but I think you should be more grateful to me." Her voice was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, and every word was clear and powerful, hitting the eardrums of those present, making it impossible for people to ignore her presence.

Her eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if she had seen through the other person's thoughts, but she was not in a hurry to reveal them. Instead, she made the other person's ridicule disappear with an elegant gesture. Her words carried a subtle irony, which put the person who tried to belittle her in an awkward situation. Princess Ziyang's wit and calmness not only resolved the possible conflict, but also demonstrated her nobility and calmness, which made people look at her with new eyes.

"You should thank me," she emphasized again, without any aggression in her tone, but with a kind of light humor, "because my existence gives you the opportunity to show off your 'praise' skills, doesn't it?"

The corners of Meng Jin's mouth curled up in a subtle arc. He said "OK" three times in a row, but each word seemed to be condensed by the cold wind, revealing a deep irony. His eyes flashed with disdain and ridicule, a kind of hidden ridicule, as if silently saying to the other party: "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need it." This kind of ridicule is not a direct attack, but through a gentle tone and subtle expression, people can feel his dissatisfaction and contempt between the words. Meng Jin's words are like an invisible sword. Although it has not been unsheathed, people can already feel its sharp cold light.

Just as Meng Jin and the other party were immersed in a deep conversation, the tranquility in the distance was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching. The sound was like the tapping of a drum, neither fast nor slow, but with a solemnity that could not be ignored. Meng Jin's eyes moved away from his conversation partner and turned to look at the source of the sound, only to see an old man walking slowly. Although his figure was hunched, his steps were steady, and every step revealed the wisdom accumulated over the years. This old man was Sun Qingfang, whose prestige in the city was unmatched and he was respected by everyone.

Sun Qingfang's arrival seemed to bring with it an invisible aura, making the people around him stand in awe. His face was full of wrinkles, which were traces left by time and also the testimony of his rich life experience. When Princess Ziyang saw him, she immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully, saying in a friendly and polite manner: "Old Sun, you are here!" Her voice was full of respect and admiration for the elder, as if his arrival brought more weight and meaning to this moment.

Sun Qingfang nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with approval, as if he was recounting an important moment in the past. "Zi Yang, I remember clearly that it was you who led this outstanding person into our social circle. Your insight and taste are as accurate as ever!"

His words were full of affirmation and appreciation for Ziyang, and every word revealed his eager expectations for young people. Then, he turned his gaze to Meng Jin, and his eyes became particularly gentle, "Mr. Meng Jin, I have remembered your name in my heart. Young man, your talent and courage are impressive. You have shown such outstanding abilities at such a young age. You are really a rare talent! What our circle needs is fresh blood like you."