Duan Heng, who was preparing good news for his sweetheart, left.
But no matter how unwilling he was, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was still held.
Inside the carriage, the young girl was wearing a court dress he had personally designed. It was a gorgeous blue long skirt, adorned with pearls and lotus gold thread patterns. The long skirt was cinched at the waist, and she was also wearing a few matching jeweled hairpins. It was simple yet elegant.
She resembled a graceful lotus flower, delicate and beautiful.
The young girl rarely dressed so elegantly and formally. In the carriage, Duan Heng, worried that she might be uncomfortable with her face covered, had already removed her veil.
He gazed at her quietly; the goddess of flowers truly resembled a lotus fairy who had come to life.
Duan Heng couldn't take his eyes off the girl. He looked at her, his face flushed, and his back seemed to be covered in sweat.
He personally chose this outfit, and today he deliberately changed into a blue robe, giving the sudden illusion that he and Ahua were already married and attending a banquet.
This association made Duan Heng's face burn even hotter.
Under Duan Hengdi's burning gaze, Qingyin leaned calmly against the car window, enjoying the melon seeds in her hand. Her demeanor was elegant, and she was completely unaffected.
After a long while, she stopped what she was doing, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and then looked at Duan Heng, who had been watching her, and asked complainingly, "How much longer until we get there, Duan Heng?"
Duan Heng's eyes met Qing Yin's gaze, and he said uncertainly, "Soon, about half an hour."
"Are you tired from all the bumping? Would you like some juice? There's some in the car."
After such a long period of training, Duan Heng has mastered Qingyin's taste.
A glass of fresh grape juice was handed to Qingyin's lips.
Qingyin opened her mouth and took a sip without even looking, since Duan Heng wouldn't prepare her favorite juice anyway.
...
This Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was not only attended by members of the imperial family, but also by high-ranking officials of the court and their wives.
At the banquet, Duan Jiachen sat lazily in his seat, glaring defiantly at his father, "I told you I wasn't coming, but you insisted on making me come. Why did you have to make me come when there are so many people attending the banquet?"
Prince Heng felt an urge to beat Duan Jiachen up, but since this was a banquet, he couldn't hit the brat. He was so angry that his eyes turned red.
Princess Heng secretly pinched the boy's waist and whispered, "You brat, you're really going to make your father go back and give you a beating."
Duan Jiachen snorted coldly, his face contorted for a second by his mother's grip, but he turned his head away indifferently: "Who told you not to agree to me? Beat me if you want, you can beat me to death anyway."
These words make Princess Heng want to beat her son.
However, no one knows a child better than his mother, and Princess Heng quickly thought of something to force this brat to behave: "If you don't behave yourself today, you can forget about ever going to that eastern suburbs county again."
"Ah~ Mother, no!"
This time, Duan Jiachen was in a terrible predicament. His future princess was still in the eastern suburbs. How could he not go?
Thinking about it, Duan Jiachen was forced to behave.
The couple from the Hengqin Mansion were overjoyed.
They were especially pleased when they saw several familiar ministers reprimanding their sons for being obedient.
What the two didn't notice was that the several spoiled brats who were arguing with their parents, like their own unruly son, had all been to the eastern suburbs.
Previously, when the fourth prince went missing and there was an upheaval in the capital, the two were worried and left their son outside the capital to protect him. Some families in the capital who doted on their children followed suit and sent their children out as well.
The eastern suburbs are a good choice. They are not too far from the capital, so they can be controlled, but they are not too close either, so they are not easily affected by the turmoil in the capital.
Previously, when she saw these people following their family's example and sending their children to the eastern suburbs, Princess Heng even secretly complained that these people had no sincerity and only knew how to imitate others and copy their ideas.
The commotion caused by these spoiled brats at the banquet was witnessed by several princes on the stage.
The eldest prince chuckled as he looked at the people below the stage, then glanced maliciously at the crown prince, who was sitting in his seat drinking wine. He said with a smile, "Prime Minister Wang does dote on his youngest son, but unfortunately, this man has used up all of his father's favor. As for affection, once it's used up, it's like water in a cup. Use a little and it's gone. Once it's poured out, the cup will be empty and broken. What can you do to restore it?"
The crown prince was deposed and then reinstated. Although he was restored to the position of crown prince, everyone could see that the emperor no longer valued him as much as before.
It is self-evident who the eldest prince was referring to with his words.
An eerie silence fell over the area around the prince's seat.
"Hahaha, no matter what, a father and son are still father and son. How can external things shake the bond of blood ties?"
Seeing that things were not going well, the Fifth Prince interrupted.
"Yes, yes, the Fifth Prince is right. The bond between father and son is extraordinary."
...
The courtiers below echoed this sentiment.
The Crown Prince, who had been the subject of the veiled attacks, maintained the same expression throughout, appearing much more composed.
The courtiers secretly marveled at the Crown Prince's transformation. If the Crown Prince had possessed his current composure, it would be hard to believe how he had changed.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The Crown Prince was out of the running, and as for the other princes, well, it's hard to say.
Silence fell again at the princes' seats. The youngest prince, the eighth prince, was still a thirteen-year-old boy who couldn't keep a secret.
Seeing the strange atmosphere at the princes' table, the Eighth Prince took the initiative to move closer to the most amiable Sixth Prince. "Sixth Brother, what do you think that little village girl that Fourth Brother brought back after losing his memory looks like? I heard that Fourth Brother treats her very well and even had a shop opened for her."
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