Madam Lin felt that she just couldn't endure hardship and was causing trouble for no reason. She scolded her a few times, thanked Lu Qiqi, and then dragged her away.
As Lu Qiqi watched the departing figures of the crowd, she realized that Princess Anyang was not in the room.
The spring banquet was disrupted by this farce. With no audience in the stands, the young masters riding horses on the field also lost interest and all went home.
Lu Qiqi followed the head maid back to the viewing platform, but the Empress Dowager had already returned to the palace.
Only Song Yanqing remained, waiting for her in the stands.
The rosewood armchair was half-reclined, basking in the natural light with a sense of languid comfort.
Upon seeing her, Song Yanqing stood up and sat down, then dismissed the head maid.
He said, "Now that you've vented your anger, can you please let it go?"
Hearing his ingratiating tone, Lu Qiqi pretended to be angry, keeping a straight face, and said, "No."
"These beauties were attracted by your own restlessness, but I've turned the tables on you."
Song Yanqing pulled her to sit down, with a small low table between them. He craned his neck and leaned closer to her.
"Then lock me up, that way only you will be able to see me."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qiqi could no longer hold back and suddenly burst out laughing.
She reached out and pinched his cheek, giving it a gentle tug. "Who taught you to be so shameless?"
Song Yanqing thought to himself, 'What's the use of having a thick skin? Where am I supposed to find a wife now that I've lost her?'
He said, "Of course you are important."
Lu Qiqi wasn't angry with him to begin with, and the little bit of resentment in her heart dissipated during the joke.
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