Chapter 351
When Shen Man saw the coldness in Song Xuan's eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine and broke out in a cold sweat.
His Majesty's gaze was as cold as ice, truly frightening.
She wanted to back down, but then she remembered what Shen Zheng had said. Gritting her teeth, she spoke again: "Your Majesty, this cup of wine of mine..."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Xuan overturned the wine cup in her hand, making a loud thud as it smashed on the ground. Wine dripped from her hand, with a few drops splashing onto Song Xuan's black dragon robe.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me," Shen Man knelt down, her face pale.
Song Xuan could only smell a faint scent of alcohol on his nose, and a strange sense of irritation rose in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Drag him away."
The maidservant stepped forward and dragged Shen Man away, leaving her utterly humiliated in front of everyone.
Below, Chen Zheng looked at him with a disappointed expression.
Song Xuan's face was gloomy and sinister, as if he was suppressing something. His fists at his sides were clenched, and a chilling aura surrounded him, as if he was about to draw his sword and kill someone at any moment.
The guests were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, the relaxed atmosphere from before completely gone, and everyone shrank back like quails.
Just now, I was saying that His Majesty's temperament had become more gentle, but now he has immediately reverted to the state he was in three years ago. It's all because that Consort Shen was so reckless. Why didn't His Majesty order her to be executed?
Shen Qingnian sensed that something was wrong with the man's demeanor. The chilling aura emanating from him was truly frightening. She raised her hand and tugged at his black sleeve, speaking softly, "Please calm your anger, Your Majesty, and do not let that unrelated person displease you."
“Yes, Your Majesty, I have already had Consort Shen taken away. She is no longer an eyesore to you,” Xia Zi said, wiping away cold sweat.
Since the Imperial Concubine returned to the palace, His Majesty has never appeared in such a terrifying state again. But tonight, for some reason, he's acting just like before...
Recalling the way His Majesty looked before the Imperial Concubine returned to the palace, Xia Xiazi couldn't help but shudder.
Song Xuan's eyes were already showing signs of bloodshot. He endured his headache and got up, saying to Shen Qingnian as gently as possible, "Qingnian, I'm feeling a little unwell and need to leave first."
Since his trip to Jiangnan, he has not fallen ill again. After returning to the palace, the imperial physician said that his old ailment had been cured. However, he is currently experiencing severe headaches and there are signs that his illness may recur.
To avoid frightening Qing Nian, he could only force himself to endure it for the time being.
Shen Qingnian was now certain that Song Xuan was truly in the wrong, so she immediately stood up as well. She stepped forward to support his hand, but found that his large hand, which was hanging in his sleeve, was already trembling slightly, and his dark eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot.
She was immediately startled and turned to Xia Zi, instructing, "His Majesty is drunk. Help His Majesty back to his tent!"
Xia Zi quickly stepped forward to support Song Xuan. The moment he touched the other's hand, he knew in his heart that His Majesty had fallen ill!
"Your Majesty, what is this...?" Xia Zi felt a chill run down her spine, and her voice was tinged with fear.
Shen Qingnian didn't care about anything else and said seriously, "Eunuch Xia, His Majesty was in a good mood tonight and drank a few more cups. Please be sure to bring His Majesty back to his tent. I will come shortly!"
The eyes of the ministers and their families were all watching her; she needed to clean up the mess.
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