"What are you looking at?" Xuan Yuanche gently patted Xuan Yuanming's shoulder. Following his gaze, he saw that Aqin had already walked away. All he could see in his line of sight were a few busy waiters and customers eating.
Xuan Yuanming snapped out of his reverie and shook his head: "No, it's nothing."
The two brothers went up to the second floor. As they walked, Xuan Yuanche asked Xu Lingqing how she was doing today. Xuan Yuanming looked away and said, "She was a little frightened and is still a bit weak. Fortunately, after I comforted her a bit, she has recovered quite a bit."
"Um."
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Xuan Yuanming said with a grave expression, "Second brother, it's not a good idea for Sister Qing to stay in Northern Chu any longer. That Crown Princess is aggressive and intolerant of any dissent. As soon as we leave, she will definitely make a move against Sister Qing."
To him, Sister Qing was both a sister and a mother figure, and he would never allow anyone to bully her.
Xuan Yuanche's lips curled up: "There are some things that she can't decide."
As he spoke, he placed a secret letter on the table: "A letter came from my brother. Northern Chu and Southern Xinjiang are locked in a fierce battle. That War God Seventh Prince is not someone to be trifled with. Regardless of which side wins or loses, it will be beneficial to us. If Northern Chu is defeated, Eastern Ying will send troops at any time. At that time, where will the Crown Princess be?"
Xuanyuan Ming smiled upon hearing this: "What Your Majesty says is absolutely right."
He will then hand the Crown Princess over to Sister Qing to deal with, so that Sister Qing can get back all the grievances she has suffered over the years.
"Achoo!"
Song Yue rubbed the tip of her nose.
Amber turned around abruptly, then went out and returned shortly with steaming hot ginger juice.
He held a candied fruit in his other hand.
Song Yue's face fell, and she looked at the other person pitifully. Amber looked like she refused to discuss it. Helpless, she held the medicine in her hands and drank it all in one gulp. She frowned and ate some candied fruit before she was satisfied.
"Your Highness, the Eighth Prince sent you a letter." Yun Dong frowned and reluctantly took out the letter.
Yun Dong now has a very bad impression of Zhao Zhiyan.
He was no longer as refined and gentle as before; it was all just an act.
Song Yue curiously opened the letter, only to find that half of it contained words of guilt and greetings, concern for her health, and reminiscences of the past, while the last half told her to be careful.
"Your Highness, I don't understand. What exactly does the Eighth Prince mean by this?" Yun Dong asked in surprise, "Didn't the people from Dongying come to support the Eighth Prince's mansion?"
Song Yue laughed: "After all, the Eighth Prince did not see with his own eyes how Xu Lingqing was doing in Japan. No husband in this world is willing to watch his wife laughing and talking with other men."
Zhao Zhiyan felt sorry for Xu Lingqing not only because she saved his life, but also because Xu Lingqing knew how to play the victim and act weak, and regarded him as a support, with eyes full of admiration.
Now the situation has reversed, and Zhao Zhiyan has become the weaker party, needing the help of women to gain a foothold. The huge difference has made Zhao Zhiyan feel very unbalanced.
"As the year draws to a close, banquets should be held in every household to make it lively."
The following day, a snow appreciation banquet was held at the residence of Minister Han.
In the past, others in the capital city might not have given the Han family any face, but things are different now. Minister Han's second son has followed the emperor in battle and has repeatedly made meritorious contributions. He has risen from a deputy general to a flag general and has become the right-hand man of the Northern Chu Emperor.
Moreover, General Han's wife was from the Song family and had a close relationship with the Crown Princess.
With the Han family like this, a meteoric rise to prominence is just around the corner.
In addition, the Han family rarely holds banquets, so if they suddenly send out invitations, who wouldn't give them face?
Minister Han specially entrusted the banquet to Madam Song. As a result, as soon as Madam Song's name was mentioned, the Duke of Jing's mansion was the first to accept the invitation, and the Prince of Jing's mansion followed suit.
Jiang Ying arrived early, and when Xiao Song saw her, she greeted her as "Sister-in-law, you've arrived."
"I was planning to come and help, so I got up early on purpose. I didn't expect you to be so efficient. It's quite impressive." Jiang Ying smiled slightly at Madam Song.
Little Song blushed.
Two princes from Japan were also invited this time.
Of course, the two from the Eighth Prince's Mansion couldn't be left out either.
During the banquet, a maid accidentally spilled tea on Xu Lingqing's dress. Xu Lingqing exclaimed in surprise. Xuan Yuanming rushed over and kicked the maid hard in the shoulder: "You insolent thing, how can you be so blind? Who is behind this?"
The maid's face turned deathly pale from the kick, and she kowtowed in fear and apology.
Xuanyuan Ming, however, was not one to give up easily. He kicked and stomped at the maid, causing her to scream in pain.
"Enough!" Song Zhen couldn't stand it anymore: "The maid was just careless and has already apologized. Why is the Sixth Prince being so aggressive?"
Xuanyuan Ming looked at the newcomer, and the guard whispered the newcomer's identity in his ear. Only then did he realize, "I thought it was someone important. It turns out to be the Crown Princess's brother. She's just a maid. She almost disturbed Sister Qing. She deserves to die!"
The maid trembled and said, "I really didn't mean it."
Xuan Yuanming sneered: "A worthless life isn't even worth making my sister Qing unhappy. Guards..."
“It is true that the maid should be punished for making a mistake, after all, the Eighth Princess Consort is of noble status and is a guest.” Xuan Yuanche interrupted Xuan Yuanming.
Madam Song frowned and looked at Xu Lingqing.
Xu Lingqing gently stroked her belly and sighed, "Alright, let's be forgiving and let it go."
Upon hearing this, the maid immediately kowtowed to Xu Lingqing in gratitude.
"You may leave." Madam Song waved her hand, dismissing the others. She glanced at the tea stains on Xu Lingqing's clothes and stepped forward. "Eighth Princess, please go to the side room to change."
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