“Yesterday, my brother, the emperor, told me that he would find me a husband so that I wouldn’t have to marry into the Southern Zhou.”

Yuan Yun said with a resentful look, "But the consort he found for me isn't the one I like, which is why I was so angry last night. I wanted to discuss it with you and hear your opinion, but you got so drunk that I got even angrier and that's why I hit you."

Zhao Cheng said, "Princess, I don't blame you. Last night was ultimately my fault."

Yuan Yun shook her head, then smiled slightly at Zhao Cheng.

Suddenly, Zhao Cheng realized that Yuan Yun actually looked quite pretty when she smiled.

Yuan Yun said, "We've already come this far, so how about... you become my son-in-law?"

"Huh?" Zhao Cheng was stunned.

"I'll give you two choices: either call someone to help you wash up, or continue sleeping. You don't need to say any more of those apology nonsense."

Yuan Yun pushed Zhao Cheng down and said with a smile, "You choose one."

Zhao Cheng gradually figured out the situation and said softly, "Then... sleep a little longer?"

"The sunlight is blinding." Yuan Yun pulled the bed curtains up.

Soon, the bed frame began to creak and groan.

It seems the beds in the palace weren't of very good quality.

Outside Yongshou Palace.

The final day of the state banquet began, and the emperor arrived early, looking at the people before him with a slightly mocking gaze.

In Yuan Xiu's eyes, these people were all trash.

Drinking it for two days will ruin you; you can't handle it.

Without rivals, I am truly lonely...

After finishing his morning exercise, Zhao Cheng brought Zhao Wu and the others over. As they passed in front of Park Geon and his group of veterans, they noticed that the old guys were all staring at him with smug eyes.

That look in his eyes was as if he had discovered that Zhao Cheng had obtained some kind of treasure.

Zhao Cheng responded with a smile and quickly sat down in his seat.

Before attending the state banquet, Zhao Cheng's strategy was to keep a low profile, but he inexplicably became high-profile for two days.

I must keep a low profile today!

You can't see me, you can't see me, none of you can see me...

Zhao Cheng rested his head on the table to catch up on sleep, silently burying his head in the sand like an ostrich.

After a day of rest, the guests were noticeably better, but the atmosphere didn't immediately warm up. It was as if everyone was on edge, not daring to drink as heavily as they had the previous two days.

With amusement in mind, Yuan Xiu personally went down to the wine table, first drinking with the officials in the capital for a while, and then going to the area of ​​the foreign delegations.

"Da Jing has no shortage of warhorses and weapons, nor does it lack strong liquor and delicious food. Although today is the last day of the state banquet, if you have not yet had enough fun, you are welcome to stay in Chang Sui for a while longer."

"Thank you, Emperor Jing!!!"

"I urge you to drink another cup of wine, to dispel our age-old sorrows together! My fine wine, let us revel in it together!!"

"drink!!!"

Seeing that the envoys were drinking heartily, Yuan Xiu looked at Zhou Jinghuan and said, "Southern Zhou has countless literati and scholars. May I ask, Prince He, what do you think of the poem I just recited?"

Zhou Jinghuan aptly stated, "Jin Yong's poems are full of chivalry and heroism, and are deeply moving to read, truly masterpieces that are widely acclaimed."

Yuan Xiu asked with a smile, "According to Prince He, how does Master Jin compare to the literati of Southern Zhou?"

“It is certainly something to look forward to.” Zhou Jinghuan gave a thumbs up and said, “But it is not the only thing to look forward to. The literati of Southern Zhou are gentle and refined, which is not the same style as Jin Yong’s. There is no first place in literature, but there is no second place in martial arts. Each has its own merits.”

“What Prince He said is quite apt.”

"Emperor Jing, regarding the marriage alliance between Southern Zhou and Great Jing..."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiu's lips twitched.

What's going on?

I was talking to you about poetry and literature, how did you suddenly start talking about marriage alliances?

Yuan Xiu thought to himself that he shouldn't have provoked him, and said with a smile, "Didn't I say that day to give me some time?"

"I've given it to you," Zhou Jinghuan said seriously. "Didn't you figure it out all day yesterday?"

"Why are you such a bastard and so unlikeable?" Yuan Xiu immediately became unhappy and shouted, "Why did we have to talk about this at a perfectly good state banquet?!"

Zhou Jinghuan said, "This is a joyous occasion, and it would be appropriate to discuss it at a state banquet."

"I only want to drink today, not talk business!" Yuan Xiu turned and walked towards the dragon throne, having originally planned to go to other areas to bring more wine, but he instantly lost his mood.

"Emperor Jing! I did not come to Changsui for drinking. Please give me an answer today!"

Yuan Xiu turned around abruptly, his finger almost pointing at Zhou Jinghuan's nose, and shouted angrily, "Zhou Jinghuan, don't be ungrateful!"

"This is a task entrusted to me by my elder brother. I will not return to Southern Zhou until I complete it!"

"Then I will bury you in Changsui!"

"Please pour a few more cups of yellow soil on it."

"you!"

Yuan Xiu was speechless at Zhou Jinghuan's shamelessness; his stubbornness left him somewhat helpless.

Zhou Jinghuan's outburst immediately chilled the atmosphere in the room.

Yuan Xiu gasped for breath, glanced at Wen Tai and Mu Shanyue, and shouted, "Let me tell you the truth, the Princess will never marry your damned Second Prince!"

Zhou Jinghuan's expression darkened, and he asked, "Why?"

"What kind of tone is that? Do I need to explain so much to you?"

“If Emperor Jing does not make things clear and insists on acting recklessly, then Southern Zhou will really send troops.”

"Why don't you try it?!"

"Although the Southern Zhou was a civilized country, it was not lacking in warhorses and weapons!"

"Haha, Your Majesty, Prince He, let's just have a good drink..." Lu Zhao came up to persuade him.

"Don't just let me do the talking, all of you should speak! Zhou Jinghuan wants an answer today, so let's give him an answer!"

Yuan Xiu looked around and his gaze suddenly fell on Zhao Cheng's seat. He saw that Zhao Cheng was lying on the table and he could only see the back of his head.

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