At three o'clock in the morning, the night is already dark.
All the officials and princes were present, presenting birthday gifts to the Queen Mother one after another, bringing their family members to wish her birthday and kowtow. The palace was filled with liveliness and joy, and the Queen Mother was even more happy from ear to ear.
The Queen sat in the first place next to the Queen Mother. When she saw the officials bowing out and leaving before the next official came up, she hurriedly lowered her voice and said, "Queen Mother, Prince Jing is not here yet."
The Queen Mother looked around the palace, and sure enough, she did not see Prince Jing. The banquet was about to begin. He was clearly in the capital, so why didn't he come to wish him a birthday
The Queen Mother's face suddenly turned a bit ugly. She and the Queen had selected several suitable girls from the clan, hoping to take advantage of today's grand event to get them closer to Prince Jing, and then she, an old woman, would speak to the Emperor and give them a decision. Today is her seventieth birthday, so the emperor will definitely agree to it out of filial piety.
But if Prince Jing doesn't come, their plan will fail.
The Queen Mother turned to look at the emperor and raised her voice: "Emperor, have you sent any errands to the child Yan'er again?"
The emperor denied: "I haven't sent any errands to Yan'er recently. The last time he entered the palace, he asked me what kind of birthday gift he would give me. I believe he will definitely come today."
After listening to the emperor's words, the Queen Mother felt reassured and nodded with a smile: "That's good. The Ai family hasn't looked at Yan'er for a while. They miss him."
The emperor disapproved. He had lived in the palace for a long time and naturally understood that women's words could not be trusted, especially those women in high positions. Every word and everything they did had a special purpose.
The emperor glanced around the palace seemingly casually, and his eyes lingered behind Zhuo Zhonghai intentionally or unintentionally. Mrs. Chang was gorgeously dressed and had a stiff smile. Beside her, two girls sat, one with a delicate appearance and a thoughtful mind. , one with more delicate facial features, slightly younger, a pair of beautiful eyes constantly looking at the dignitaries in the palace, a smile on his lips, but a cold expression.
His eyes fell on the girl's head. The slightly younger one had very delicate hair accessories on her black hair, especially the magnolia hairpin inserted diagonally between her hair, which was very eye-catching.
The emperor's lips curved into a sneer, his eyes mocking.
A carriage bearing the name of Prince Jing's Mansion stopped outside the Wan'an Palace. A young man in brocade clothes jumped out of the carriage. Under the moonlight, his handsome face had a faint warm smile, which warmed people's hearts.
A pair of white and slender hands stretched out from the car curtain, gently opening the hanging glittering bead curtain. A face as beautiful as an ink painting stretched out from the car, with a flying bun that left a lot of hair nowadays, and the back of her head was soft and bright. Her remaining hair is as long as her slender waist, her eyebrows are as green as distant mountains, her eyes are as narrow as stars, her nose is beautiful and straight, her lips are not rosy, and the rouge on her cheeks makes her more delicate and charming. She is so beautiful that you can't take her away. look.
He looked up at her, and saw that she was wearing a light green embroidered bamboo skirt with a wide brocade waistband and floor-length skirt that made her slender waist look slimmer and her legs were slender and straight.
He really wanted to hide her like this from other men.
"I'm starting to regret it!" He put his hand on her waist and lifted her off the carriage.
The slender and strong fingers tightened around her slender waist, and the warmth in the palms penetrated her skin through the fabric of her clothes. Her heart bumped lightly, and her pretty face turned red.
"What do you regret?" she asked, pretending to be indifferent.
His fingers pinched her waist gently, and his laughter was hearty, but his voice was low and charming: "I regret that I shouldn't have brought you here. Your beauty will make people jealous."