She doesn't have a father who is the Marquis of Zhenbei and holds military power.
Her father, the Duke, died early, and although her brother was the Marquis of Yingchuan, he was not as respected as her father and could only provide her with limited support.
Unable to resent Emperor Jingxi, Chu Xiuyi could only find someone to vent her anger on. During the second half of the palace banquet, she looked at Yan Cheng and the Seventh Prince with sinister eyes from time to time.
Occasionally he would look at Concubine Yun Shu, and his eyes seemed to want to strip all her clothes off.
Damn it! If one of them could marry Princess Nanyou, this trouble wouldn't have fallen on Xiaowu.
How could someone as unruly and headstrong as Concubine Yun Shu have such a good family background? How great it would be if Marquis Zhenbei was her father!
Even his own mother was like this, and the fifth prince, who was from the same bloodline, looked at Yan Cheng and the seventh prince with eyes that were not eyes and noses that were not noses.
Princess Nanyou is pretty and is said to be a talented woman. Why don’t they want to marry her?
If one of them could marry Princess Nanyou, he wouldn't be forced to accept this hot potato.
Qu Zhaoheng has a bad temper and is like an expressionless ice cube all day long. I originally thought that Qu Zhaoyun was smiling all day long and was better than Qu Zhaoheng, but now it seems that he is not much worse.
Neither of them is a good person, so why isn't he Concubine Yun Shufei's son?
After the palace banquet ended, Yan Cheng carried the eleventh prince, who wanted to go to Bei Er Suo to play, and left the hall side by side with the seventh prince, stopping at the door.
Tang Xilu was standing in front, and next to him was a man with a cold face. Yan Cheng remembered that Tang Xilu called him "Yulin".
Yan Cheng put the eleventh prince down, said a few words to the seventh prince, and walked over alone, "You are waiting for me."
This sentence is not a question, but an affirmative sentence.
"Yes." Tangxi Lu took a few steps forward, straightened his back and looked down at Yan Cheng with a smile on his face. "When Lu first saw the Eighth Prince, he felt a sense of déjà vu..."
"Han Xuan. Only three years have passed. I guess King Chen hasn't forgotten this name yet."
Yan Cheng has no habit of not hitting someone who smiles at him. He doesn't like to test the waters with someone like Tang Xilu who has a mind as cunning as a hornet's nest.
“…You’re quite direct.”
Tang Xilu didn't expect Yan Cheng to be so reckless, so he didn't worry that others would misunderstand that he was in collusion with Nanyou's people.
"I didn't say anything that can't be said, why is King Chen so nervous?"
"Pfft~ It seems I was indeed overly nervous. I hope the Eighth Prince will forgive me." At this point, Tang Xilu sighed, "I didn't expect you to be the Eighth Prince of Daxia. If I had known earlier..."
Tang Xilu was silent. What could he have done if he had known earlier? He had already fled in a panic. Even if he wanted to save Yan Cheng's life, it would have been impossible.
He shook his head and looked around: "Where's your dog?"
dog?
Yan Cheng didn't understand at first. When had he ever kept a dog? But when he saw the cold and hard man behind Tang Xilu, he suddenly realized something and his face turned cold.
He shrugged and pointed at the cold man with his chin: "I have never raised a dog, but you seem to trust your dog quite a bit and you're not afraid that the dog will go crazy and hurt you one day."
Tang Xilu pressed his lips into a straight line. He knew that Yan Cheng was responding to him. He said that man was a dog. Yan Cheng was unhappy and called his man a dog.
——It seems that Yan Cheng, no, Qu Zhaoyun cares about that person very much.
Tangxi Lu was no longer angry. The corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, and he stopped talking about whether it was a dog or not.
"I was wrong. I hope Your Highness will forgive me. I just suddenly remembered that the man Your Highness was with before also looked familiar."
He pushed aside Yu Lin's arm, approached Yan Cheng, and whispered in Yan Cheng's ear: "An official in the delegation accidentally caught a cold on the way and cannot attend this palace banquet."
Yan Cheng's eyebrows moved, thinking that Tang Xilu's tone of voice had a deeper meaning.
"Lü thinks His Highness the Eighth Prince will be interested in him. If nothing unexpected happens, His Highness the Eighth Prince will be able to meet him at the next palace banquet."
Tang Xilu's eyes curved with laughter. He was really looking forward to Qu Zhaoyun's expression changing drastically when he saw that person.
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