“Sister-in-law, if the Emperor imprisons them for life, what outsiders say will be up to the Emperor.” The Thirteenth Prince still refused to persuade them.
Lanqin was speechless. The Thirteenth Prince was indeed extraordinary; he could still joke at a time like this.
Lanqin could only pout and remind the Thirteenth Prince, "Don't forget, today is the Seventeenth Prince's wedding day. Even if not for the Eighth Prince's wife, you should think about the Seventeenth Prince..."
As expected, these words worked, and the Thirteenth Prince was stunned.
Lanqin continued, "The prince has been holding back his anger, out of consideration for the seventeenth prince. Look at how the eighth princess is making a scene; sooner or later she'll provoke the emperor! Can you really bear to see the seventeenth prince's wedding ruined like this?"
Thirteenth Prince looked at Lanqin with concern, then at Seventeenth Prince, who was indeed frowning and rubbing his hands anxiously.
The Thirteenth Prince sighed softly, raised his wine cup, and stepped forward.
Thirteenth Prince walked up to Eighth Prince's wife, handed her his wine cup, and deliberately said loudly, "Eighth Sister-in-law, since you're in such a good mood, then I, Thirteenth Prince, will drink with you... I've long heard of your strong drinking capacity, but I've never had the chance to test it. Now that we're here, why not have a few drinks with me..."
The Eighth Prince's wife gave the Thirteenth Prince a cold look, ignoring the wine cup he offered.
The Thirteenth Prince's face immediately turned pale and then red, extremely embarrassed.
"You...you? Thirteenth Brother, don't blame Eighth Sister-in-law for speaking harshly, but Thirteenth Brother really isn't qualified to drink with me..." Eighth Princess Consort gave Thirteenth Master a disdainful look.
She seemed to have reverted to her aggressive self, Guo Luo Minghui, and said, "Back when the late emperor was alive, my thirteenth brother couldn't even speak properly, but now he can drink with me? Has my thirteenth brother forgotten his origins and status?"
The Thirteenth Prince was stunned, not expecting the Eighth Prince's wife to bring up his background at this time. The Thirteenth Prince's birth mother, Consort Minjing, came from the Embroidery Bureau. She was just an embroiderer at first, but the Emperor discovered her and favored her.
Seeing that the Thirteenth Prince remained silent, the Eighth Prince's wife smiled smugly and said, "Your birth mother, Imperial Noble Consort Jingmin, of the Zhangjia clan, although she was a concubine, if I remember correctly, she didn't even have a formal investiture ceremony, and her rank was only promoted after her death."
The Eighth Prince's wife covered her mouth and chuckled, glancing at the Thirteenth Prince: "The concubines in the harem don't have titles, which shows how low their status is. But it's also thanks to her early death that you were able to survive under Consort De's name. Otherwise, how could you have risen to prominence like you are now..."
Thirteenth Master's breathing quickened, his hands trembled slightly, and he murmured, "Stop talking!"
The Eighth Prince's wife became even more arrogant, glaring at him with hatred and saying, "And you yourself! The late Emperor disliked you the most when he was alive, otherwise why would you have fallen out of favor and been imprisoned? Tell me, what right do you have to drink with me?"
No one had ever mentioned the Thirteenth Prince's past in public. The Thirteenth Prince felt as if his face had been brutally ripped off, with no mercy shown, and the bloody past gradually surfaced in his mind.
The expressions on everyone's faces were varied, and the atmosphere was so tense it was hard to breathe. The only sound was the particularly jarring cold laughter of the Eighth Prince's wife. The Thirteenth Prince roared furiously, "I told you to shut up! Shut up!" His voice rolled like thunder, carrying far and wide.
Lanqin secretly glanced at the Thirteenth Master, whose face was flushed with anger, and he was breathing heavily in the stuffy air of the room with a furrowed brow.
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