Chapter 139 Seemingly Unintentional

I heard that she has been suffering from heart palpitations and has caught a cold these past few days, so much so that she can't even get out of bed. Therefore, she naturally missed this banquet.

Without the Empress Dowager, the young emperor sat alone on the golden chair above, as if he were isolated.

"The banquet begins!" The eunuch's unique, high-pitched voice carried far, followed by the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments, tinkling and tinkling, quite pleasant to the ear.

As the banquet began and music started, several dancers suddenly rushed in through the palace gate. They were dressed modestly and not revealingly, but their graceful figures could not be concealed by their gauze dresses, which attracted the attention of many people.

Only Mo Linyuan and Luo Bai sat apart, separated by the Milky Way in the center of the hall.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingge was sitting right behind Mo Linyuan, so he could see her as soon as he turned his head.

Feng Qingge was sitting next to Feng Qingjue. The two chatted occasionally after they sat down. Although their voices were not loud, Mo Linyuan could hear them clearly.

Feng Qingjue asked first, "Qingge, I heard from Father that the Prince of Huainan went there a few days ago?"

"Hmm, it seems he was catching up with his father," Feng Qingge replied, casually tapping on the melon seeds on the table. The Prince of Huainan had indeed arrived, but of course, the implied meaning must be ignored.

“Yes, I’ve also heard my father say that when the late emperor was on the throne, he and the Prince of Huainan were the closest of friends.” Feng Qingjue nodded. He had heard about these things before and knew a little about them.

"But, judging from Father's tone, the Prince of Huainan doesn't seem to be reminiscing at all?" He turned his head, looking at Feng Qingge's beautiful profile, full of doubt.

"I guess it's because I saved his daughter once before." Feng Qingge choked up. In any case, this was just Feng Cang's guess and couldn't be taken seriously, so she just dodged the question.

"I see." He nodded in realization and stopped asking questions. He then turned and went to chat with a young man he knew.

No one asked any more questions, so Feng Qingge breathed a sigh of relief. The Prince of Huainan hadn't mentioned this matter; it was just Feng Cang's idea, so it was hard to say.

"Did the Prince of Huainan really go to Prime Minister Feng because of his daughter's matter?" Suddenly, Mo Linyuan, who was in front of Feng Qingge, spoke up. His voice was calm and drifted into her ears.

This guy is finally willing to talk to her? Feng Qingge raised an eyebrow, wondering what she had done to offend him. The two of them hadn't seen each other or spoken to each other for several days.

However, why does this guy's tone sound so strange? "What do you mean?" It seems that considering that Mo Linyuan's words always have multiple layers of meaning, she should ask clearly first.

Mo Linyuan raised an eyebrow. Seeing that she didn't answer but asked a question instead, he turned to her and said, "Princess Chu has reached the age of marriage. I heard that the Prince of Huainan has been looking for a son-in-law these days."

Feng Qingge frowned, a sudden surge of irritation rising within her. "What does this have to do with me?" Why bother telling her all this? She's not a real man, so why should she care who becomes the son-in-law of the Prince of Huainan?

"I heard that the Prince of Huainan is most fond of you, the third young master of the Feng family." Mo Linyuan raised his eyebrows high and continued, "However, unlike the Prince of Anqing who has no real power, the Prince of Huainan has troops under his command, and his fiefdom is the largest among the vassal kings. Being his son-in-law must be very prestigious." The seemingly unintentional praise made Feng Qingge frown even more.

"Mo Linyuan, where did you get all this hearsay from! And do you have a long tongue? What does his real power and large fief have to do with me? If you think it's prestigious, then go do it yourself! Why keep telling me this!" She was angry. If she were a real man, she might consider it, but she wasn't. If she married a woman, what kind of situation would that be? Wouldn't it all be exposed sooner or later?