Nianhuan smiled and lowered her eyes, sitting in Feng Wei's arms.
She obediently poured him a drink.
Feng Wei was intrigued by her tact and couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
"The Prime Minister is quite the charmer; this woman is the most outstanding among all the beauties present. To think that she would choose to throw herself into his arms, I am truly heartbroken."
Nianhuan looked up and saw a man with a mocking smile on his face.
He wore a magnificent purple robe, a brocade crown, and a jade belt.
The purple robe was trimmed with a gorgeous black border, and the stitching was exquisite.
It is embroidered with a pattern of seven pythons, and upon closer inspection, the pattern is remarkably lifelike.
Cong Yao's gaze seemed to be the same as Nian Huan's.
At this moment, I couldn't help but say, "This flamboyant prince really lives up to his name; even when he comes to stroll around the garden, he dresses so extravagantly."
Nianhuan's expression remained unchanged, but she thought to herself, "Don't you know how much this outfit is worth?"
"That's true, without this garment, he is nothing."
"These women are nothing but withered bones, I don't know why the prince likes them so much?"
The one who spoke was the dark-faced man who had been drinking alone with a gloomy expression.
"Liu Xiu, the only reason you still say that is because you haven't tasted the flavor of a woman yet. Once you've tasted it, tsk tsk, I'm afraid you'll be even more inseparable from these beauties than I am?"
Liu Xiu curled his lip and glanced at the women in the room.
A shadow crossed his eyes, and he continued to drink.
Liu Xiu was the eldest son of Minister Liu.
Nianhuan calmly observed everyone present.
There are a total of six guests who need their service today, in addition to the five who have already spoken.
There was also a handsome, pale-faced man who never uttered a word.
Nianhuan noticed that he hadn't even glanced at the women once from beginning to end.
She lowered her head and smiled subtly.
This man was at least more appealing to her than the others.
Who is her target?
She could only try her best to avoid looking at him.
Feng Wei was not angry at Qin Shigong's words.
"If you were to ask which young lady in Dingjing loves the most, it would undoubtedly be the young prince! In that case, why should the young prince compete with me for Nianhuan's affections?"
Qin Shigong's focus was clearly different from Feng Wei's.
"Your name is Nianhuan? That's a really nice name."
Qin Shigong drank a glass of wine, looking at Nianhuan with no attempt to hide his interest in her.
"Your Highness, I know my sister is exceptionally beautiful, but if you ignore us sisters, Jiajia will not be happy."
Zhong Qinjia took the initiative to sit in Qin Shigong's lap and act coquettishly.
Upon seeing this, Nianhuan understood that Zhong Qinjia had set her sights on Prince Shun.
Qin Shigong was clearly unwilling to see the beauty suffer.
He stopped looking at Nianhuan and started saying sweet things to Zhong Qinjia.
Apart from Nianhuan and Zhong Qinjia, who each leaned on someone, the other eight beauties did not dare to act like them.
So they simply had some play instruments and others dance.
For a moment, the room was filled with soft, seductive music.
Throughout the night, these people did not say anything about politics.
They are all obviously shrewd and intelligent.
Nianhuan kept her eyes fixed on her mission target—Dong Ming, the mighty general of the Great Xia!
But the other person was like a mute!
He never refuses to drink.
But he didn't say a single word from beginning to end!
The others didn't say much either, because he was unusually silent.
Liu Xiu and Baili Zhen didn't say much either.
It was almost entirely Qin Shigong and Feng Wei who were talking.
Feng Wei served as the Prime Minister of the Great Xia Dynasty for many years, and can be described as an old fox among old foxes.
He seemed to be interested in befriending Qin Shigong.
Qin Shigong neither agreed nor refused.
The balance was just right!
This alone shows that he is not the cynical person the outside world claims.
Nianhuan understood why Feng Wei, who had always been a royalist, was so eager to please Qin Shigong.
Because I am seriously ill right now!!!
I'm afraid my time is running out.
Nowadays, people are not fond of women, and there are not many concubines in the imperial harem.
His health has been poor for years.
Even now, she has not been able to give birth to a prince.
Given this, once he passes away, the most likely outcome for the throne will be that it will be passed to his younger brother, Qin Shigong.
This is why Qin Shigong, who always kept to himself, was a loner.
Tonight, they will invite both the imperial advisor and the general.
However, no one knows better than Nianhuan how long the emperor will live.
You should know that she had guidance from someone from twenty years in the future.
As for whether or not to trust Cong Yao...
Over the course of their time together, she had verified her identity through various channels and had come to completely trust her.
As for whether what the other party asked of her was true.
She didn't care.
At worst, she'd lose her life; she didn't care.
Halfway through the banquet, a man dressed as a servant was led in by the previously dark-faced guard.
"Your Highness, my master has something urgent to attend to and I'm afraid he won't be able to keep our appointment today."
"I didn't expect that this young prince would be so busy even before inheriting the title of heir. Even you, Prince Shun, couldn't get him to come."
Dong Ming, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
"No, no, my master instructed me to convey his apology to all the gentlemen. My master will certainly visit the mansion to apologize to you all in a couple of days!"
The servant became even more respectful, lowering his head and looking down, for fear of offending the distinguished guests.
Dong Ming gave a cold laugh and said nothing more.
At this moment, Qin Shigong finally spoke to the servant.
After exchanging a few polite words, the servant took his leave.
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"Nianhuan, what's wrong?"
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