"What happened?"
Aaliyah heard the noise and also came to the balcony railing to look down.
She saw a handsome man in formal attire breaking through the blockade of the waiters, entering the hall square, rushing towards the Blue Lake Hall entrance, seemingly trying to crash the party.
However, before he could reach the door,
a big foot suddenly kicked out from the shadows.
It struck his abdomen with precise accuracy.
"Oof!"
In an instant, the man who had crashed the square was sent flying backward.
He crashed onto the ground and rolled twice before being pinned down by the approaching waiters.
"I told you not to crash the party, why invite trouble?"
One of the waiters shook his head helplessly.
"Let me go! Let me in."
"I know Miss Hera!"
"Please, go get Miss Hera, we have mutual feelings for each other."
The man, having been kicked away, still had fresh blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Yet he seemed unconcerned about his injuries, coughing while pleading to the waiters.
"This is an exclusive party for distinguished guests, you can’t just enter as you please."
The guard who kicked him away snorted coldly.
"Drag him out, don’t disrupt the order of the event," he ordered the other waiters.
Upon hearing that he was to be removed, the man who had fought so hard to break in turned even paler.
He struggled with all his might while being dragged outside, like a wriggling larva, screaming hoarsely.
"Hera!!!"
"Hera!!!!"
"I beg you, please come see me!"
On the balcony, Gauss and the others exchanged glances upon witnessing this scene.
What does this mean?
"Truly a lovesick fool..." Gauss shook his head, unsure of how to comment.
Of course, he could not understand this kind of "deep affection," whether in his past life or his current one, Gauss was always someone who prioritized "career."
As for love, he thought it was nice if it happened, but no great loss if it didn’t.
It’s a seasoning, not a necessity.
"Maybe they are a pair of ill-fated lovers torn apart by the woman’s father?" Aaliyah speculated, feeling a twinge of sympathy. "Kind of pitiful..."
Though she hadn’t had time to watch dramas or read novels recently, memories of what she had read before suddenly surged back.
Forced separation due to family background differences is a classic trope, even in this world.
Art imitates life, after all.
Gauss and his companions were not the only ones watching this scene; many guests relaxing and shaking off inebriation in the courtyard also turned to look after hearing the commotion.
The struggling man suddenly became more agitated when he spotted a lady in a light green dress not far from the door.
Even the several waiters couldn’t hold him down; he unexpectedly broke free of their hands.
Like a trapped beast unleashing great strength, he stared intently at the lady in the light green dress.
"Hera! Come with me! Tell them we are in love!"
His roar pierced through the music from the banquet hall in the distant building, clearly echoing across half the square, drawing all attention to the lady called "Hera."
The lady named Hera, who had been standing with several elegantly dressed ladies, had initially thought to hide quietly behind the crowd, not expecting his eyesight to be so keen.
Her face became somewhat awkward, tinged with an inexplicable sense of shame.
Gauss, standing on the second-floor balcony, glanced below and frowned slightly, if he remembered right, this person was also...
Forget it, it’s none of my business.
Seeing there was no way to avoid it, Hera had no choice but to step forward.
Facing the man’s passionate gaze, her face quietly turned cold.
"Gentlemen, I do not know this person, please escort him out," she said calmly.
The words struck the man’s ears like thunder, his pupils widened instantly.
"Do you truly deny our past feelings?"
The man suddenly pulled out a delicate, soft handkerchief, evidently an accessory of an upper-class lady, marked with a clear merchant’s association crest in the center.
Hera’s face darkened; she hadn’t expected him to carry this item with him.
Her lips parted as a surge of anger erupted inside her.
"You shameless fool, you dare come to me. If not for the people under my command, how many women would you have secretly supported with my money?"
"Now that the money is gone, you’re switching back to me?"
Her face reddened, uncertain if it was from anger or humiliation.
She raised her fair leg, kicking the man fiercely with her shoe.
The thin heel quickly drew blood with a few steps.
After venting thoroughly, she seemed to have released a great malice from her heart.
Turning her back, she ignored the man’s passionate gaze.
"Get lost, I already love Lord Gauss."
"Gauss... haha, how am I inferior to him?" The man suddenly laughed bitterly.
On the balcony, Gauss, who lay on the railing enjoying the spectacle, suddenly froze his smile.
What were these two doing?
Why drag him into this?
"Heh heh heh..." Like Gauss, Aaliyah had been engrossed in the drama. Suddenly hearing Gauss’s name, she shot him a teasing grin.
"Not watching anymore, boring."
Gauss left the railing.
He thought they were deep lovers, but it turns out this circle is truly messed up.
A pretty boy taking the behind-the-scenes money of a noble lady to keep a mistress.
Even he was inexplicably dragged into it.