Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder No Appointment

Hua Rong does not dwell on the past, nor does she inquire about the future. She only wishes to survive.

P.S.: No romantic pairing, though many have one-sided feelings for the female lead.

Chapter 270 Beauty Without Tears 42

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet at the imperial palace was held as scheduled.

When Jin Ming arrived, almost everyone else had already arrived.

He searched through the crowd but couldn't find Hua Rong.

He wasn't disappointed at all.

"Young master, this palace is really big."

The young maid had been with Jin Ming for a long time, but this was the first time Jin Ming had allowed her to enter the palace.

Perhaps it's because she's too absent-minded.

Jin Ming's previous decision not to let her enter the palace was also a form of protection.

Jin Ming frowned: "I told you, keep your head down, don't look at anyone. Don't talk much, just stay with me."

Although Jin Ming's words were somewhat serious, the little maid was not afraid.

She replied with great enthusiasm, "Yes. This servant will obey your orders, young master."

Jin Ming shook his head helplessly.

He sat down in his seat and began to subtly observe the people in the room.

They discovered that the Emperor had not yet arrived, nor had the Prince Ling or the Regent.

The rest of the people were all present.

The people from the Prime Minister's residence had all arrived, but Hua Rong was nowhere to be seen.

Jin Ming sneered. These people arrived so quickly because none of them wanted to get behind the Prince Ling and the Regent.

In that situation, I'm afraid I'll be taken advantage of.

These two are now the pillars of the Song state.

If this day doesn't like you, then you probably won't survive.

Just as Jin Ming was thinking this, he heard the sound of car wheels.

He turned his head and saw Shen Yue sitting in a wheelchair.

Behind him walked a woman in a red dress dressed as a dancer.

Shen Yue was dressed in a black outfit with intricate and elegant piping embroidery and a light and soft fabric.

His clothes seemed to move without wind, adding a touch of spirit to his sickly appearance!

Of course, his deep-set features wouldn't be so composed.

Perhaps it would match this outfit better.

The woman in red pushing the wheelchair had a head of jet-black hair tied into countless small braids.

The seemingly messy, yet somehow charming, hair was scattered across her thin shoulders.

Her slender and beautiful figure, complemented by the red gauze dress that fluttered in the wind, made her look like a fairy from heaven.

"The Regent!"

Upon seeing him, everyone, regardless of what they were doing at the time, was moved.

They all stood up at the same time and greeted Shen Yue in unison.

"Colleagues, please have a seat."

"Yes, everyone sees our Regent at the daily court assembly, there's no need to be so polite."

As soon as Shen Yue finished speaking, Prince Ling followed him into the main hall.

Shen Yue turned his head, nodded to Prince Ling, and without replying, took his seat on the right side below the throne.

He doesn't have a leg ailment, but he has been sitting in a wheelchair for many years to save energy.

Hades did not reveal anything about Shen Yue's attitude.

But his eyes darkened.

Although I've long since gotten used to Shen Yue's indifferent attitude, I still get so angry every time I see it.

This is clearly a blatant disregard for him!

If he ever steps down from his position, he'll definitely kill him!

Of course, this is just a thought.

As long as Shen Yue lives, he will probably have no choice but to treat him well.

After Ling Wang sat down, his gaze fell on the woman in red behind Shen Yue.

"Everyone says the Regent has recently found a beautiful woman. Could it be the lady behind you?"

Upon hearing Ling Wang's words, the woman in red blushed slightly.

She glanced down at Chen Yue, then lowered her eyes.

He appeared calm, but his fingers were slightly curled, indicating that he was very nervous.

Shen Yue poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then closed his eyes comfortably.

"Your Highness, you misunderstand. She is merely a servant in my household."

With just one sentence, the woman in red turned from red to white.

In the end, his body swayed slightly, as if he was about to faint.

Upon seeing this, Prince Ling curled his lip and said, "The Regent is truly ruthless. Such a beauty, yet he treats her merely as a servant."

"Why not give this beauty to me, and I will then choose twenty servants that suit the Regent's taste?"

Shen Yue said calmly, "I don't have the habit of exchanging servants. Thank you for your kindness, Prince Ling."

"Is that so? Hahaha, that was presumptuous of me."

The two had been engaged in a back-and-forth battle, with Ling Wang on the offensive while Shen Yue remained unfazed in his defense.

But soon, Shen Yue began to fight back.

"I heard that a minor incident occurred at a banquet at the Ling Prince's residence not long ago. I wonder how the Ling Prince is handling it now? And it even involves the Seventh Prince."

Upon hearing this, Prince Ling frowned slightly.

He was clearly very unhappy when someone brought it up.

But since it was Shen Yue who brought it up, he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard it.

"That's right. I never expected that the Seventh Prince had already colluded with the people of Yan Kingdom and was preparing to usurp the throne. The Emperor, mindful of Consort Xian's many years of service to him, only removed the tendons in his hands and feet and imprisoned him in the Prince's residence."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yue's expression remained indifferent: "Your Majesty is truly wise."

"My two ministers, what are you talking about?"

After Shen Yue said that, a fat man with a large belly, who looked to weigh at least 200 pounds, appeared.

A person dressed in a golden dragon robe rolled out... no, walked out.

None of the ministers present showed any unusual expression.

After all, this lump of meat is seen every day at the morning assembly.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"My beloved subjects, rise!"

After the fat emperor sat down, he looked with satisfaction at the neatly arranged ministers.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was ultimately held in his name.

If there aren't enough people in time, he'll lose face.

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