Jiang Linxian walked slowly and gracefully towards the dragon table, as if stepping on lotus flowers.
Fu Sang walked around the dragon table and stepped out, smiling slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, you have arrived."
The Empress actually stood up to greet the Queen.
Such an honor... The male concubine was dumbfounded.
Ouyang Ziming's expression changed, a strange light flashed in her eyes, and she narrowed her eyes to examine the two people who seemed to be a perfect match.
When did the Empress and Queen become so close?
Faced with Fu Sang's welcoming smile, Jiang Linxian's long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the gloom in her eyes.
"Your Majesty." The boy's voice was clear and pleasant.
Fu Sang couldn't help but step forward and take his hand, saying, "You're weak, come and sit down."
Ever since I learned that my little darling has a heart condition, I've been so afraid that he might accidentally die, and I wish I could hold him in the palm of my hand and pamper him.
Jiang Linxian did not break free from her hand and followed her to sit down behind the dragon table.
After the boy took his seat.
Fu Sang raised his eyes and glanced around, then said, "Let's begin the feast."
The male concubine thought it would be like usual, with many men coming up and starting to sing and dance, but to her surprise, nothing happened.
"Lin Xian." Fu Sang picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and placed it on the boy's jade plate, saying with a smile, "Eat this."
Jiang Linxian lowered her eyes to look at the crispy pork on the jade plate, then looked at the woman next to her dressed in a luxurious robe.
Fu Sang blinked, her smile bright and beautiful.
"Eat!"
Jiang Linxian stretched out her well-defined hand, picked up her chopsticks, and put the meat into her mouth.
The handsome young man's elegant way of dining was a pleasure to behold.
Fu Sang held the jade cup with her fair and slender fingers and took a small sip of fruit wine.
The female officials and attendants standing by were extremely surprised. The young man, who used to ignore the Empress and be as indifferent as ice, actually ate the meat that the Empress had put on his plate.
Jiang Linxian's attendants stared wide-eyed. Wasn't the Empress supposed to dislike eating meat?
Ouyang Ziming looked at the Empress and Queen not far away.
The emperor and empress control the power in the court, and judging from today's situation, the two seem to be very close.
If the Empress had the support of the Queen, the grand scheme that the Carefree Prince wanted to accomplish would likely become even more difficult.
A servant quietly approached Ouyang Ziming's side.
"Young master, we are ready."
A glint flashed in Ouyang Ziming's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Go down."
He then addressed the Empress, saying, "Your Majesty."
Fu Sang was focused on feeding the baby and did not hear Ouyang Zimo calling her.
Ouyang Ziming was completely ignored, which made her angry and her face changed several times. She couldn't help but raise her voice.
"His Majesty."
This sound drew everyone's attention.
Ouyang Ziming forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, to celebrate your safe return, I have specially arranged a surprise for you, which I am sure you will like."
"Oh?" Fu Sang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Is that so?"
What kind of trouble is this guy up to now?
Can't we have a meal first, eat and drink our fill, and then start doing anything else before having a banquet?
A young man in blue robes, his face veiled, carrying a zither, stepped into the pavilion.
"Qingzhi greets Your Majesty."
This is a young man with a figure as graceful as a willow branch. His face is covered by a veil, which makes people even more eager to pull off the veil and see what he looks like.
It must be said that Ouyang Zimo is very good at understanding the minds of women in matriarchal societies.
His looks and demeanor alone are enough to make any ordinary woman's heart flutter; I wonder whose son he is.
The servants arranged tables and chairs in the center of the waterside pavilion. Young Master Qingzhi walked over, placed his guqin (a seven-stringed zither), and sat down with graceful bearing.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
