Everyone was stunned, only Li Yuanjing put down his wine glass and asked Zhaoyang at the honorable table: "Zhaoyang, what do you think?"
If Zhaoyang disagrees, Li Yuanjing will choose a noble lady from the clan to marry Zhaoyang in his place.
The truce between the two countries is a foregone conclusion.
The Emperor of Yue wanted to marry Zhaoyang, but it was just icing on the cake and was dispensable.
Pairs of curious eyes wandered between Princess Zhaoyang and Yan Yunting.
Princess Zhaoyang slowly stood up, she knelt down and saluted the emperor on the high throne, and replied: "Brother, Zhaoyang is the princess of Daqing, and enjoys the support of the people. I should shoulder the responsibilities of a princess. I heard that His Majesty of Yue is kind and loves the people--"
After a pause, Zhaoyang closed his eyes and said in a calm voice: "Zhaoyang is willing to marry far away."
She accepted it calmly.
Marrying the Emperor of Yue could bring about decades of truce between the two countries and allow the people to live and work in peace and contentment. It was well worth it.
Everyone was surprised, no one expected that Princess Zhaoyang would agree!
Yan Yunting was dumbfounded, his mind went blank.
How is that possible?
How could Zhaoyang agree?
There was a sharp pain in his heart, as if something belonging to him was slipping away rapidly, and Yan Yunting almost lost control.
He stood up and wanted to ask the emperor for permission to marry Zhaoyang to him. But the servant behind him hurriedly grabbed Yan Yunting's shoulder and whispered, "Sir! Don't lose your composure! This is a state banquet. If you act rashly and impulsively, the emperor will definitely be furious!"
Tonight's banquet is of great significance and demonstrates the dignity of the Qing Kingdom.
If Yan Yunting acted rashly, he would probably be punished.
The servant continued, "Princess Zhaoyang's heart is with you, and that won't change. Maybe she's still angry with you tonight. Go to the princess's mansion tomorrow to coax her and take the initiative to admit your mistakes and apologize. She will definitely forgive you."
Yan Yunting managed to calm down.
He grabbed the wine glass with his fingers in panic and gulped down a large glass. The spicy and mellow wine filled his mouth and constantly stimulated his nerves. Yan Yunting deceived himself and thought that Zhaoyang must still be angry with him.
Tonight, Tan Tairou came to give him a cloak and was seen by the jealous Zhaoyang.
Therefore, Zhaoyang deliberately agreed to marry the Emperor of Yue.
He decided to go to the princess's house tomorrow, put aside his attitude, apologize proactively, and give Zhaoyang his favorite cakes as a gift. Zhaoyang would definitely forgive him as easily as she did in the past.
As the night deepened, the palace banquet came to an end.
Li Yuanjing stood up and left, and the civil and military officials and the nobles' wives also left the banquet one after another.
...
The spring night was cool, and the wide square in front of the palace gate was rustling in the night wind. Yan Yunting had drunk too much and was completely drunk. The servant had to support him with difficulty as he walked towards the Yan family's carriage.
"Brother Yunting!" Tan Tairou's anxious voice sounded.
She walked over with her skirt in hand, looking anxious.
I smell a pungent smell of alcohol.
Tan Tairou wiped Yan Yunting's face with a distressed look and told the servant: "Brother Yunting drank a lot, I will go back to the Yan family's villa with you and take care of him closely."
The servant didn't dare to refuse.
Yan Yunting is deeply in love with Tan Tairou, and everyone around him thinks of Tan Tairou as Yan's concubine.
The carriage drove slowly all the way to the courtyard where Yan Yunting lived alone. Tan Tairou helped Yan Yunting to the bed, took out the hangover soup, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
"Miss, Princess Zhaoyang is still in the palace. She went to the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace." The maid walked to Tan Tairou and reminded her in a low voice.
Tan Tairou: "Is the street ready?"
Maid: "Don't worry."
The maid left quietly.
Tan Tairou continued to take care of the drunk Yan Yunting. After a while, Yan Yunting opened his eyes dazedly due to a headache caused by drunkenness.
The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and in Yan Yunting's eyes, Tan Tairou, who was sitting beside the bed, had turned into the "Princess Zhaoyang" he had been thinking about all the time.
Her appearance is beautiful and elegant like a peony.
Yan Yunting's heart softened. He couldn't help but open his arms and hugged "Zhaoyang" tightly in his arms, saying affectionately: "I know that you have me in your heart..."
The wine is in your head, the passion is still hot even though the wine is cold.
The bed curtains fluttered and scattered.
On the mahogany table beside the bed, the unfinished hangover soup was slowly cooling down.
......
The Cining Palace at night.
The lights in the inner hall were bright. The Queen Mother frowned and scolded Zhaoyang: "The Emperor of Yue wants to marry you. It's just a foolish dream! You are also fooling around. You actually agreed to it in public."
Zhaoyang knelt on the ground obediently.
She did not think she was wrong, and said confidently: "Mother, Yue and Qing have been fighting for decades, and many people have been displaced and many children have lost their parents. When the new emperor of Yue ascended the throne, she took the initiative to seek peace. If I marry to Yue, what can I get in return-"
The Queen Mother interrupted her angrily: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Zhaoyang's tears fell, and his tone was firm: "Mother...you and father have protected me for many years, and I also want to do something for Qing Kingdom."
The Queen Mother turned her head and her eyes slowly turned red.
Zhaoyang stood up quickly and went to the Queen Mother. He held her arm as usual, and said in a choked voice, "Don't worry, Mother. I will write to you often after I go to Yue. I have grown up. How can I rely on you and my brother for my whole life? I have to walk my own way in the future."
The Queen Mother's tears rolled down her cheeks.
I feel sad and helpless.
Royal princesses have either won over court officials or consolidated foreign ties since ancient times.
Zhaoyang comforted the Queen Mother for a long time and personally helped her to rest. It was not until late at night that Zhaoyang took a carriage back to the Princess's Mansion.
The streets were quiet at night, with oil-paper lanterns swaying in the wind on both sides of the road. The wheels of the princess's carriage rolled over the floor tiles, and the two guards outside the carriage looked around vigilantly.
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