Listening to Wu Fang's compensation to the boss lady, if it were normal, Ji Xingzhi would definitely ask the boss lady to go to Anxianglou to find Hua Yihen to ask for compensation, but now, she didn't even have the mood to say a word, and her mood was very low.
Wu Fang and Ru Mei naturally noticed that Ji Xingzhi was in a very bad mood, and the three of them were unusually quiet along the way.
In the days that followed, Ji Xingzhi stayed obediently in Shaohua Palace, still pretending to be sick and not going to court. The imperial teacher was also unemployed at home.
When she had nothing to do, she would ask someone to collect some rare and strange books. They would fill up a whole book at a glance. Perhaps it was because she was really too bored, or perhaps she learned it from Xiao Moyan, but reading had gradually become Ji Xingzhi's habit.
This time, the Holy Maiden of Xuezhou came to the imperial capital of Lizhou, and General Xu went to greet her, but the scene was not as welcoming as when Hua Yihen arrived.
That is the Holy Maiden of Xuezhou. Although she is not as prominent as the God of War of Huazhou, the Emperor of Shuizhou, or the Prince of Yuzhou, in Xuezhou, the status of the Holy Maiden is unshakable. Although she has no official title, she is worthy of being a saint.
Moreover, although the Holy Lady of Selangor was covered with a white veil and her true appearance was not revealed, she had an extraordinary temperament in a white long dress. She has always been known as the most beautiful woman in Selangor and has always been famous.
All the people from the four states were present, and Ji Xingzhi's 'illness' happened to be cured.
After letting the Holy Lady of Xuezhou rest for a night, the second Ji Xingzhi ordered a banquet to be held in Zhaosheng Palace to entertain her, which made the Emperor of Shuizhou and the Prince of Yuzhou joke that the Holy Lady was still very prestigious.
On the 25th day of the third month, spring, the 16th year of the reign of Lizhou State.
On the evening of March 25th, Lizhou Emperor Ji Xingzhi held a banquet in Zhaosheng Palace. This was the first time that Luo Bai, Ji Ruhua, and Ji Wenshui had appeared at a banquet in all the years since they entered the palace.
In the magnificent Zhaosheng Palace, Ji Xingzhi sat in a yellow robe, wearing a golden crown. She sat motionless on the throne, the tassels dangling before her also unmoved. Before her lay a gilded jade table laden with delicious food, along with jade pots and cups filled with fine wine.
Wu Fang stood on the left side of Ji Xingzhi, wearing a light blue guard uniform, with a badge around his waist that symbolized his guard status. He held a long sword in his hand and guarded Ji Xingzhi with an expressionless face.
Rumei stood on Ji Xingzhi's right, pouring tea and wine for Ji Xingzhi.
Another eunuch, Xie Jingnian, stood to the side, with his head lowered, ready to take Ji Xingzhi's orders at any time.
Ji Xingzhi sat quietly on the throne, seemingly motionless, but in fact his eyes had already swept across the entire Zhaosheng Palace.
Sitting in the first seat on the right side of the hall was Shui Lianche. He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, with his long hair tied up high. He had a handsome appearance, gentle eyes and eyebrows. His every move was extremely elegant. He exuded a gentle aura, which made people feel very friendly.
Shui Lianche doesn't look like a high and mighty emperor, but rather like a young man who doesn't care about worldly affairs.
Next to Shui Lianche was a young man who bore a striking resemblance to him. While Shui Lianche was elegant, he was gentle, almost to the point of sadness. According to Wu Fang, this man was Shui Lianche's older brother, Shui Lianqing, the monster rumored to have killed his own mother.
He just kept drinking alone, ignoring what Shui Lianche said to him, as if he had something bothering him.
Ji Xingzhi looked at Shui Lianqing from afar. Although Shui Lianqing didn't look like Mr. Lianqing at all, the temperament that was unique to Lianqing was something that no one else could imitate.
That kind of contradictory temperament that is sad, compassionate, yet somewhat indifferent.
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