Of course it’s different!
Baili Feiyue had seen the clothing style of the royal princess of Dajing.
She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, and they fit her perfectly, like they were made for her, and only a "princess" could wear them. No, this wasn't something that an ordinary princess could wear.
The dress she was wearing was obviously only one level lower than the Queen's phoenix robe, and it was obviously a pair with the 'Regent's' dragon robe!
Wearing such clothes, Baili Feiyue really couldn't describe her feelings.
Is she going to fulfill her duties as Regent Princess ahead of schedule?
But she didn't want to be the regent princess at all!
But, I have to go.
Changsun Wuji, does he know that she suspects the young master’s background?
Looking at the chief eunuch, "Sir, is the young prince currently in the Regent's Palace or..."
The eunuch knew before he came that this dress could only be worn by the Regent Princess, and he quickly reacted, "Reply to Miss Ling San, she is already at the banquet."
Then what else is there to say? There's nothing to wait for.
Even if it's a dangerous place, you have to jump in!
"Let's go."
More than half an hour later.
Baili Feiyue got off the carriage in front of the palace gate, and then from the palace guards on duty at the palace gate, to the palace maids and eunuchs who met her along the way. The first time they saw her, they were shocked and stiff.
Baili Feiyue was prepared when she put on this outfit.
In his heart, he still greeted all eighteen generations of Changsun Wuji's ancestors.
This was not her first time to come to the palace, but today's occasion, the lights were brighter than ever before.
The entire imperial garden, from afar, was bustling and luxurious.
Amber wine, jasper cups, gold-footed jugs, emerald plates, food like paintings, wine like springs, the sound of guqin and bells.
Sitting on the main seat, a gilded throne with carved dragons, Emperor Jing was wearing a solemn and majestic dragon robe and the most complicated hair crown.
On both sides of the main seat, there were two rows of dozens of tables. The left row was occupied by some court officials, and the right row was occupied by envoys from various countries.
In the middle, there was singing and dancing, and sleeves fluttering in the wind; bells and chimes were ringing, and the music was melodious.
After all, they had been formally received during the day, and now it was time to have dinner. It looked harmonious, with people drinking and talking happily, and everyone was having a good time.
All of these were just a glance away, and what he was most concerned about was the little doll in a black robe and a mask, sitting on the huge dragon-carved seat next to Emperor Jing's right hand side.
When the word "Princess Regent" was spoken, everyone except the dancers and musicians, including the envoys and court officials, looked over.
Baili Feiyue faced countless inquiring, shocked and surprised gazes, and calmly performed a proper salute to Emperor Jing.
Emperor Jing smiled and said, "Since you are here on behalf of the Regent, please sit here."
Just sit down.
She would love it!
Baili Feiyue walked towards the position of the black-robed little kid. In fact, the two of them could have sat next to each other, but she picked up the little kid and sat down, holding the little kid on her lap.
The little kid moved a little, and Baili Feiyue laughed softly behind him, "Young Master, you see, today we are on the same boat. You'd better hold on tight."
Be close to him openly.
The little doll pursed her lips under the mask. "I will protect you."
Baili Feiyue was delighted, "I'll remember this."
Although the sound of singing and dancing covered everything, the court officials below could not hear what they said, but the shock in their hearts was beyond words.
Because Baili Feiyue was wearing that kind of clothes and sitting in that position.
It was also because the young master of the Regent's Palace appeared in front of the public for the first time.
Regent, is this to let all the nations know that the people sitting there are his princess and son? Or is there some other, more profound meaning?
They went to see Ling Sheng again, after all, he was Miss Ling San's father, trying to get some clues from him.
However, General Ling had been very silent in almost every situation since the incident at the birthday banquet. Just like now, he didn't look at anyone at all.
At the same time, all the envoys, without exception, were observing Baili Feiyue and the young master openly or secretly.
Baili Feiyue treated them as cabbages and was unmoved. They either had masks or veils on their faces, which made it inconvenient to eat and drink. He simply regarded himself as a mascot, and his eyes were always on the dancers.
However, the position she and the young master were in was too close to the envoys who were sitting at the first table in the right row.
It's just a few steps away.
The first group of envoys is from - Xiyue Country!
When she was watching a play before, she and she deliberately ran into the seventh prince of Xiyue Kingdom, Dongfang Qing, who was only seven feet away from her.
Baili Feiyue glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and found that compared with the others, his facial features were a little pale, but he had an indescribable kind of elegant and ethereal handsomeness.
This deliberate glance also confirmed her previous guess. This person was indeed ill.
But it's none of her business.
She glanced at him imperceptibly and then looked away, not noticing that when she looked away, the elegant and cold man also glanced at her.
As the performances were going on one by one, Emperor Jing, who was sitting on the throne, would occasionally speak a few words to envoys from some countries.
Gradually, Baili Feiyue became drowsy from being a mascot.
She felt this way, and apparently others did too.
After another dance, the first person to stand up was an envoy from a small nomadic country in the north. "Your Majesty, the dancers from your Dajing country dance well, but they are too weak and restrained! I would like to ask for the dancers from my tribe to perform to thank your Majesty for your hospitality!"
That's right, it's tantamount to admitting that even the dancer is not as good as others.
No, he was polite and his words were nice. It would be petty to refuse a dance offer.
Baili Feiyue woke up a little from her sleepiness and finally became interested.
Emperor Jing was worthy of being someone who could tolerate even Changsun Wuji. His expression remained calm and he said very generously, "Please."
The messenger clapped his hands proudly, and soon, a young woman came slowly towards them, surrounded by several musicians.
Baili Feiyue sighed inwardly. Oh, this was obviously prepared in advance.
When the musicians and the dancer in the front, who was wrapped in a veil, were ready to salute, and the passionate and unrestrained foreign music sounded, the dancer untied the veil on her body.
There was a loud intake of breath.
Most of those present today are male envoys, and princesses and the like are not present today.
The court officials were naturally men.
Many people looked surprised at the end.
After the dance, the envoy said to Emperor Jing with great pride, "Your Majesty, how is it?"
"Too much seductiveness, not enough dignity." What a brilliant statement. How could Emperor Jing be a vegetarian?
Although the messenger was unwilling, he had to sit down angrily.
Another envoy from a small country saw this man being frustrated and smiled contemptuously. He obviously looked down on him. But he came prepared and said respectfully to the emperor, "Your Majesty is right. I'm sure your next performance will be much more exciting than this dancer!"
Emperor Jing smiled and said, "Everyone has different preferences. What I think is wonderful may not be what you, the envoy, find wonderful."
Baili Feiyue almost burst out laughing.
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