It was a rare opportunity to meet Du Chi, and those who had wanted to leave sat back down.
Although they had no chance to ask Du Chi to 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 we all know, it takes several hours to paint a picture, especially a beautiful one.
He Yanting also didn't think that with Jiang Zhiyu's personality, she 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 is hosting the party today. If they propose it, it will inevitably be seen as an attempt to drive away guests.
The Xu family members were not allowed to mention it. The only one who could mention it was the emperor, who had the most honorable status among the people present.
The emperor stood up and said, "It's getting late, and the Grand Master must be tired today. I won't bother you any longer and will return to the palace first."
Xu Yanli quickly stood up to see him off. The empress dowager had also wanted to leave for a long time. When she heard what the emperor said, she stood up and followed him.
Everyone followed Xu Yanli to see him off. The emperor saw that they were still interested in leaving and said with a smile, "It's already this late. Let's all go back and stop bothering the Grand Tutor and the others."
Since the emperor had said this, the ministers, although reluctant to leave, could only say goodbye with regret in their hearts.
Jiang Zhaorong was the last one to leave.
He looked back every few steps. Without the guests, the Xu family members' movements relaxed visibly. The scene of them surrounding Jiang Zhiyu was reflected in Jiang Zhaorong's eyes.
Jiang Zhiyu couldn't remember how she had celebrated her birthday in the past, but what was certain was that none of her birthday parties over the past ten years had been as...warm as today.
He originally wanted to use the word "pomp", but when he saw the people surrounding Jiang Zhiyu, their cheerful laughter, and Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.
Jiang Zhaorong suddenly felt that the word "warm" was the right way to describe it.
His gaze did not attract the attention of the Jiang family, or perhaps they noticed it but were too lazy to pay attention to him.
In short, their attention was all on Jiang Zhiyu.
Jiang Zhiyu sat casually, painting for her in a daze.
[Should I be able to move while I'm drawing? I don't think I'll have to sit like this for hours.]
[I think I have a camera, but forget it, I can't use it.]
[Although it's not difficult to stay still, it's been a while since I last did this, so I'm a little uncomfortable for a while.]
After the apocalypse, forget about birthdays. It’s still unknown whether you can be alive tomorrow.
After a long time, Jiang Zhiyu no longer had any idea about celebrating birthdays.
She had actually forgotten 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 corpse feels warm.]
Everyone who heard her voice said: "..."
What a strange description.
…
After a warm night, everyone went about their daily lives the next day. However, the grand fireworks display and Du Chi's arrival still caused some heated discussion.
Xiao Chuji was in the prince's mansion, planning today's encounter, when he heard the news that Du Chi had come to Shengjing.
His hand holding the pen paused, and ink dripped onto the paper, instantly staining a large area.
The maid serving beside him hurriedly took the paper away. Xiao Chuji's eyes were empty, and he came back to his senses after a moment.
"Where are they now?"
"In the General's residence," the subordinate reported, "Master Du Chi was originally staying at the Xu residence yesterday, but at dawn, the ministers' attendants 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 couldn't stop them."
"Without any other choice, He Yanting sent someone to take him to the General's Mansion."
"Painting for only one person..." Xiao Chuji repeated in a very low voice, "In the end, it was just a bargaining chip that failed to impress him."
He put down his pen and said, "Prepare the car and go to the general's mansion."
…
On the other side, Song Shiwei, with red eyes, also took a carriage and entered the palace.
She looked haggard, her lips were pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Qiu Yi was startled when she saw her: "Miss Song is 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. His hands hanging in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and his nails were embedded in his flesh.
She forced a smile and said, "No need to bother the imperial physician. I caught a cold yesterday."
She paused for a moment, and without waiting for Qiu Yi to speak, she continued, "I won't go in to see the Queen Mother, lest she get sick. Please tell Aunt Qiu Yi."
Qiu Yi looked at her with a certain scrutiny in his eyes. Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying and didn't complain about yesterday, his impression of her improved a little, and his tone of voice softened a little. "Why bother with this? 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 recover. You should go back to the palace first. I will let Doctor Sun see you later."
Song Shiwei bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your grace, Queen Mother."
She walked into the hall, closed the door, and her expression suddenly twisted.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!
She looked at the crescent mark left by the pinching in her palm, breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.
Yesterday's fireworks display was so grand. She stood at the gate of the general's mansion and just kept looking up without blinking.
She watched the fireworks for as long as they lasted.
When the show finally ended, she realized that she was already in tears.
They are all lying to her!
Whether it is Xiao Yanli, Jiang Zhaorong, or the Queen Mother.
He's always been lying to her!
It was said that it was for her coming-of-age ceremony, but she waited from the moment she returned home until the next morning, but it didn't come.
I just found out today while walking on the street that the Queen Mother was going to attend Jiang Zhiyu's birthday party!
If it had been decided earlier, why would she have been made to wait so long?
Do you really want to humiliate her and embarrass her?
Song Shiwei's eyes were full of murderous intent.
Since the Queen Mother has smelled so much balsam pear, she must have gotten used to the smell. So, adding a little more should be fine...
…
Inside the Cining Palace, the empress dowager raised her voice and hummed lightly as she looked at Qiu Yi who walked in.
Qiu Yi knelt down and reported, "My Queen Mother, Miss Song has returned to the palace. She didn't mention what happened yesterday. I told her that the Queen Mother will send Imperial Physician Sun to see her later. She was very happy."
The Queen Mother rubbed her temples: "Really?"
"Really? Judging from her expression, she has absolutely no complaints towards the Queen Mother. Your Majesty, please rest assured."
Seeing her confident answer, the Queen Mother still felt at ease with this person who had always been by her side.
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