“Princess, it seems a bit inappropriate for you to be sitting here,” the eunuch leading the way said with a forced smile.
Lu Qingyan raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with it? There doesn't seem to be a seat for me in this hall, so I can only find a place to sit. The mighty Jin Kingdom wouldn't be so stingy as to not even provide a table and chairs. Do you expect me to stand here and wait for His Majesty to come and take a look?"
"Oh no, that would be even more inappropriate." He twitched his lips and said softly, "If we really did that, it would be a great disrespect, and we would lose our heads. Princess, actually, I don't know how this position was arranged either. I'll go and ask right away."
After the eunuch had gone far away, Lu Qingyan quietly glanced at the two people sitting next to Sima Yi.
The second seat was occupied by a man dressed in black robes embroidered with gold silk threads depicting water patterns. This attire clearly proclaimed his identity—Pingcheng.
Aside from that place, few people in the world wear such colors, much less embroider water patterns with gold thread. They probably prefer more majestic patterns like eagles.
A gentleman as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world, his gentle smile so captivating that it would make the moon blush and the flowers wither. His appearance was simply too beautiful. The word "stunningly beautiful" is usually inappropriate when used to describe a man, but it fits perfectly when applied to the person before us. His eyes were as bright and dazzling as stars, yet they also kept everything around him at a distance.
Even amidst this hustle and bustle, he stood out as both striking and lonely.
He seemed to have never belonged here, like a gust of wind that slipped through your fingers the moment you weren't looking. And when the wind died down, you wondered why you felt regret for his departure when you realized he had no real connection to you.
Facing him was a handsome middle-aged man, not quite as strikingly beautiful as Lu Qingyan, but still remarkably dashing. His attire differed from the flowing styles of Lu and Jin, possessing a unique, frontier charm. That place, the grasslands, held a place that Lu Qingyan longed for.
The identities of these three people are obvious: Sima Yi, the King of Chu; Su Mo, the Lord of Pingcheng; and Sikong Ye, the hostage prince of Northern Qi.
Imagine all the women in the world, who doesn't love a gentle man? Among these three, Su Mo and Sikong Ye can easily win people's favor, and even if you know it's not a smile in their eyes, it's impossible for them to dislike them.
Lu Qingyan had barely sat down when the surrounding noise suddenly quieted down. Then she heard someone shout, "The Emperor has arrived! Consort Xue and Consort Yu have arrived!"
Everyone around suddenly knelt down, leaving Lu Qingyan standing there dumbfounded.
When the Emperor approached, Lu Qingyan bowed slightly and said, "Princess of Lu greets His Majesty the Emperor of Jin."
Without waiting for his instructions, Lu Qingyan stood up abruptly after speaking.
The Emperor didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and said, "All of you, rise." Then he sat on the dragon throne at the head of the table.
The people around her all looked on with amusement. Following their gazes, Lu Qingyan clearly saw that Sima Yi's eyes had been glued to Consort Xue ever since she appeared.
Consort Xue frowned slightly, looking at Sima Yi with a mournful expression, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
The Emperor of Jin looked smugly at Sima Yi, as if he had gotten the better deal. Lu Qingyan was speechless. She was just a woman; what was there to brag about?
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