"Your wife is so thoughtful." The Prime Minister affectionately patted the back of his wife's hand.
The Grand Commandant Song next door cast a glance that was three parts indifference and five parts jealousy, his hand gripping the jade cup so tightly it was almost crushed.
Song Suihuan, standing behind him, darkened her expression and followed Song Taiwei's gaze, a sinister look slowly emerging in her eyes.
She cursed inwardly, thinking that her mother was a vixen and that her daughter was no better, both being sluts.
Hmph, so you're the revered poet, huh? After tonight, I'll make sure you're utterly disgraced and forever condemned to the mud.
Nan Qianyue seemed to sense the unfriendly gaze. She turned her head and met Song Suihuan's eyes.
She smiled, raised her eyebrows slightly, and raised her jade cup to toast Song Suihuan from afar.
Song Suihuan gritted his teeth, arrogantly relying on his reputation as a poet.
The eldest prince of Xiqiu had been keeping an eye on Nanqianyue, and seeing her mischievous appearance made him even more eager to see her.
How wonderful it would be to tease him like this in bed.
Xiao Chen's cold, sharp gaze swept towards the First Prince of Xiqiu. How dare he look at Nan Nan with such lewd eyes! He really wanted to gouge out his eyes.
"Prince Han, your eyes are at risk of being gouged out," Xiao Chen said coldly.
The First Prince of Xiqiu withdrew his gaze, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. "Crown Prince Xiao's tongue is at risk of being cut out."
Xiao Chen's face was ashen, his gaze falling lightly on the wine cup in front of him, no longer bothering with any more words to the Crown Prince of Xiqiu.
But he already had a plan in mind.
"His Majesty has arrived!" The eunuch's loud voice echoed throughout the garden.
Those who were supposed to stand up and bow did so, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The old emperor sat on the throne, smiling kindly and warmly, and said, "My ministers, you may rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Everyone took their seats.
The old emperor began with a long string of polite remarks.
Nanqian Yue was yawning and didn't hear a single word.
She only started watching with some interest when the song and dance performance began.
Various delicacies were laid out on the table one after another, but Nanqianyue had a poor appetite and didn't want to eat; she just wanted to drink something.
Just then, a palace maid brought over some sweet soup. Nanqianyue tilted her head and asked her younger siblings, "Is it good?"
Nan Yichu and Nan Kezhi nodded in unison, "Delicious!"
As the moon swelled with laughter as she moved south, she picked up a soup spoon to drink, but was interrupted by a palace maid behind her.
The palace maid appeared to be squatting beside Nan Qianyue, serving her, but in reality, she was trying to quietly remind her.
"Don't drink the sweet soup, it's poisonous."
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