Chapter 279 The Cold Corpse is Warm It
was a rare honor to see Du Chi, and those who wanted to leave sat back.
Although they had no chance to let Du Chi paint for them, they were satisfied to see it with their own eyes.
Although they wanted to stay, He Yanting and the Xu family didn't think so.
As everyone knows, it takes several hours to paint a picture, especially a beautiful one.
He Yanting didn't think that with Jiang Zhiyu's personality, he would want to be stared at by so many people for several hours.
He looked at the emperor, and when their eyes met, the emperor understood what he meant.
The Xu family was hosting today, and if they brought it up, it would inevitably be suspected of driving away the guests. The
Xu family couldn't bring it up, and the only one who could bring it up was the emperor, who had the most distinguished status among the people present.
The emperor stood up and said, "It's getting late, and the Grand Tutor is tired today. I won't bother you any more and will go back to the palace first."
Xu Yanli hurriedly stood up to see him off. The Queen Mother had wanted to leave a long time ago, and when she heard the emperor's words, she stood up and followed him.
Everyone followed Xu Yanli to see him off. The emperor saw that they still wanted to go back, so he smiled and said, "It's already this late, let's go back and don't bother the Grand Tutor anymore."
After the emperor said this, the ministers were reluctant to leave, but they could only say goodbye with regret.
Jiang Zhaorong was the last one to leave.
He looked back every few steps. Without the guests, the Xu family members' movements also relaxed visibly. The scene of them surrounding Jiang Zhiyu was reflected in Jiang Zhaorong's eyes.
He couldn't remember how Jiang Zhiyu celebrated her birthday in the past, but what was certain was that none of her birthday parties in the past ten years were as...warm as today.
He wanted to use the word "grand", but when he saw the people surrounding Jiang Zhiyu, their cheerful laughter, and Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.
Jiang Zhaorong suddenly felt that it was just right to describe it as "warm".
His gaze did not attract the attention of the Jiang family, or maybe they noticed it but were too lazy to pay attention to him.
In short, their eyes were all on Jiang Zhiyu.
Jiang Zhiyu sat casually, all obsessed with her painting.
[Should I not move while she's painting? I won't have to sit like this for hours. ]
[By the way, I seem to have a camera, never mind, I can't use it even if I have it. 】
【Although it is not difficult to stay still, I haven't lived like this for a long time, and I am still a little uncomfortable for a while. 】
After the apocalypse, let alone celebrating your birthday, it is still unknown whether you can be alive tomorrow.
As time goes by, Jiang Zhiyu has no idea about celebrating her birthday.
She originally forgot that today was her birthday, and it was Xu Youran who told her a day in advance.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't expect that they had made so many preparations for her birthday.
【Ah~~The cold body is warm. 】
Everyone who heard her thoughts: "..."
What a strange description.
...
A warm night passed, and everyone lived their lives as usual the next day, but the grand fireworks and Du Chi's arrival still caused some heated discussions.
Xiao Chuji was in the prince's mansion, planning today's encounter, and heard the news that Du Chi had come to Shengjing.
His hand holding the pen paused, and the ink dripped onto the paper, instantly staining a large area.
The maidservant beside him hurriedly took the paper away, and Xiao Chuji's eyes were empty, and he came back to his senses after a moment.
"Where is he now?"
"In the general's mansion," the subordinate reported, "Master Du Chi originally stayed at Xu's mansion yesterday, but at dawn, the attendants of the ministers came to visit one after another. Even though Master Du Chi sternly refused, saying that he came to Shengjing only to paint for Jiang Zhiyu, he could not stop him."
"Helpless, He Yanting sent someone to take him to the general's mansion."
"Painting for only one person..." Xiao Chuji repeated in a very light voice, "After all, it's just that he didn't impress the chips."
He said, put down the pen, "Prepare the carriage, go to the general's mansion."
...
On the other side, Song Shiwei, with red eyes, also sat in a carriage and entered the palace.
She looked haggard, her lips were a little pale, and her eyes were full of bloodshot.
Qiu Yi was startled when she saw her: "Miss Song, you are not feeling well. Do you want to ask the imperial physician to take a look?"
Song Shiwei looked at Qiu Yi as if nothing had happened. She clenched her hands in her sleeves into fists, and her nails dug into the flesh.
She forced a smile: "No need to trouble the imperial physician. I caught a cold yesterday."
She paused, and without waiting for Qiu Yi to speak, she continued: "I will not go in to see the Queen Mother, so as not to let her get sick. Please let Aunt Qiu Yi know."
Qiu Yi looked at her with a bit of scrutiny in her eyes. Seeing that she did not seem to be lying, and there was no complaint about yesterday in her words, her impression of her improved a little, and her tone of voice also became better. She calmed down a little: "What's the trouble? You take care of yourself first, I'll go talk to the Queen Mother."
Song Shiwei nodded and stood outside waiting for her. After a while, Qiu Yi came out of the palace: "The Queen Mother is kind and said that there is no need to make incense these days. Wait until you get well. You go back to the palace first, and I'll let Doctor Sun take a look at you later."
Song Shiwei bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your grace, Queen Mother."
She walked into the palace and closed the door, her face suddenly twisted.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!
She looked at the crescent mark on her palm, panting, her chest heaving violently.
What a grand fireworks display yesterday, she stood at the door of the general's mansion, and kept looking up without blinking.
She watched the fireworks for as long as they lasted.
When they finally ended, she was shocked to find that her face was already covered with tears.
They were all lying to her!
Whether it was Xiao Yanli, Jiang Zhaorong, or the Queen Mother.
They were all lying to her!
They said it was for her coming of age, but she waited from the moment she returned home until the next morning, but it never happened.
Today, I found out while walking on the road that the Queen Mother was going to attend Jiang Zhiyu's birthday party!
If it had been scheduled earlier, why did she have to wait so long?
Do you want to humiliate her so much and make her lose face?
Song Shiwei's eyes were full of murderous intent.
Since the Queen Mother has smelled so much vanilla, she must have adapted to the smell. Then, it would be okay for me to add a little more dosage...
...
Inside Cining Palace, the Queen Mother raised her voice and hummed lightly when she saw Qiu Yi walking in.
Qiu Yi knelt down and reported: "Replying to the Queen Mother, Miss Song has returned to the palace. She did not mention what happened yesterday. I told her that the Queen Mother will send Doctor Sun to see her later. She is very happy."
The Queen Mother rubbed her temples: "Really?"
"Really, I see her expression, she has no complaints to the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother, don't worry."
Seeing her firm answer, the Queen Mother still looked at this person who had been following her side.