At Qin Xiangfu, the Lantern Festival and reunion dinner were held at Weishi (three o'clock in the afternoon), but Qin Ye arrived at four o'clock.
Everyone was present, including Prime Minister Qin, Madam Qin, Lady An, Qin Hongluan, Qin Shuang and Han Muxi, Qin Jiaojiao and King Li.
Everyone waited for more than half an hour before Qin Ye finally arrived with a bulging belly.
The Chen Palace was quite a scene, with the Prince Chen accompanying her, secret guards escorting her, maids serving her, and servants clearing the way. More than a dozen people surrounded the Chen Princess, protecting her so tightly that there was no chance of her falling.
Qin Ye had fun along the way, shopping, eating and drinking, and by the time he arrived at Prime Minister Qin's residence, he had almost finished having fun.
She smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I shouldn't be late, right?"
She doesn't want to come for any reunion dinner.
We are not a family, there is nothing going on, and we have no feelings for each other, so what is there to eat?
On the surface, they are just having a meal, but who knows what bad ideas these people have in mind?
Qin Shuang frowned unhappily, "Of course you are late! Look at what time it is now..."
"Shuang'er!" Qin Zuoxiang suddenly interrupted her, with a hint of warning in his deliberately lowered voice.
Don’t say anything you shouldn’t say in front of King Chen.
Now that Qin Ye is pregnant, her status has naturally risen and she cannot be neglected.
Qin Shuang pursed her lips and gave Qin Ye a cold look.
Why are you putting on airs? When you give birth to a daughter, I'll see how proud you are!
"Your Highness Prince Chen, Princess Chen, we have prepared a small banquet. We are sorry for the poor hospitality. Please take a seat." Qin Zuo Xiang respectfully invited the two to take a seat.
Qin Ye picked an empty seat and sat down, then let’s eat.
After eating and going through the formalities, she wanted to go shopping and have a good time.
Mrs. An smiled and said, "Xiao Ye, you are pregnant now. There are many things you need to avoid and pay attention to. You must be more careful and take good care of yourself. Try to give King Chen a big fat son."
She spoke in a high-pitched voice, and as she spoke she raised her head like a proud rooster.
He even glanced at Mrs. Qin who was sitting upstairs from the corner of his eye, with a provocative look.
Although Mrs. Qin's two daughters were legitimate, one was divorced and returned home, and the other married the son of an official, so their status was not high; and her two daughters, one was the Princess of Chen and the other was the Princess of Li, and they were pregnant. Once they gave birth to a son, she would also be able to benefit from it.
Madam Qin, you have been sitting in the position of mistress and suppressing me for more than 20 years. Now, it is finally my turn to be proud!
"Jiaojiao, you and Prince Li should hurry up. The emperor likes children and he is looking forward to it." She smiled happily.
Mrs. Qin couldn't get a word in. She just held her chopsticks in silence, looking unhappy.
Qin Jiaojiao looked at the man beside her, smiled and took his hand:
"Mom, I know!"
Zong Zhengli lowered his eyes and tried to pull his hand away, but the woman held it tightly and he couldn't.
Mrs. An was happily busy preparing the meal, picking up dishes and greeting guests, completely overshadowing the mistress of the house, Mrs. Qin.
Qin Hongluan and Qin Shuang were naturally unhappy and retorted openly and secretly.
They fought openly and secretly with guns and sticks.
This is the most common thing in a large mansion.
Qin Ye was too lazy to pay attention to this family. They were just a group of strangers with no blood relationship anyway. He just ate his meal quietly and listened to them quarreling.
As he listened, he suddenly seemed to think of something and turned to ask Yun Ying:
"By the way, the domineering scholar Long Aotian has been in a coma for three days. Is he still in danger?"
An: “?”
Qin Jiaojiao: “?”
Qin Zuo Xiang: “?”
Everyone: “?”