Before Yun Qingluo's annoyance could even show, Mo Beichen gently picked her up and placed her on the other side.
He then sat down in the spot where she had just been sitting.
Yun Qingluo's eyes held a smile, a smile that was a little childish, but inexplicably joyful.
Mo Beili's eyes flashed with darkness upon seeing Mo Beichen's actions.
Ignoring his father's suspicions, he sat down, intending to say a few words to Yun Qingluo.
As a result of his actions, nothing came of it.
However, seeing how nervous Mo Beichen was, Mo Beichen was suddenly overjoyed. He actually valued her so much.
Once a person has a weakness, they have a vulnerability, and this is especially fatal for royalty.
Hmph, Mo Beichen, your good days are coming to an end.
Mo Beichen sat down and slowly said, "They're right outside the door, they'll be in soon."
No sooner had the words been spoken than the eunuch beside the emperor called out loudly:
"Please invite the envoys from the three kingdoms into the hall!"
A few people entered through the door. Backlit, Yun Qingluo couldn't see them clearly until they slowly approached.
Yun Qinglu clicked her tongue lightly, remarking that the royal families of the other three kingdoms had excellent genetic foundations.
Rong Rui, the Third Prince of the Tianlang Kingdom
Crown Prince Yue Tianze of the Northern Moon Kingdom
Crown Prince Ye Ming of the Eastern Martial Kingdom
"Greetings to the Emperor of Tianmo Kingdom!" the three men said in unison, bowing with clasped hands, as did the envoys behind them.
The emperor's face darkened, and he refused to kneel before the emperor. Was this a provocation?
Before, when Mo Beichen's leg was healed, he beat them so badly that they had to retreat again and again, and they were very respectful. Now, however, they have become much more arrogant.
The hall fell silent instantly; the palace, which housed hundreds of people, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Naturally, everyone noticed the sound of swallowing. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Yun Qingluo eating pastries as if nothing was wrong, while Mo Beichen, worried that she might choke, poured her a cup of hot tea.
The crowd glared angrily. Didn't they see how arrogant these three were? How could anyone possibly eat like this?
However, upon seeing the regent's desolate figure, they dared not speak out in anger for a moment.
The emperor was already feeling incredibly frustrated, and seeing Yun Qingluo's appearance only fueled his anger. He said in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, were the pastries at my palace banquet delicious?"
The implication is, "I didn't even eat on my own territory, how can you be so shameless?"
Yun Qingluo pretended not to notice the frustration in his words and nodded seriously, "Your Majesty, this hawthorn cake is quite delicious, you know, it's osmanthus cake, ah, it's quite delicious too."
She originally wanted to say that it wasn't as good as what the chefs at the Prince's Palace cooked, but in front of the envoys from the other three kingdoms, she had to at least save face for her own emperor.
To everyone's surprise, the Emperor showed no appreciation whatsoever. He glanced at the Empress, who, receiving a signal, smiled and said:
"It seems the princess is enjoying her meal so much that the envoys from the three kingdoms have forgotten to pay their respects. Hahaha, Your Majesty, you should quickly invite the envoys to sit down and try our famous Tianmo Kingdom pastries."
Upon hearing this, the third prince of the Tianlang Kingdom was about to speak when he was stopped by the ministers accompanying him.
The Third Prince's face turned cold, and he remained silent. "Hmph, all he does is spout empty words."
The emperor also found a way to back down, allowing the envoys from the three kingdoms to take their seats and announcing the start of the palace banquet.
No matter what banner they come under, they're dreaming if they want to take over the gold mine.
Those below, watching the envoys from the three kingdoms above, began to discuss amongst themselves amidst the lively music, singing, and dancing:
"I'm not seeing things, am I? The crown princes of Beiyue Kingdom and Dongwu Kingdom are here, as is the third prince of Tianlang Kingdom. In previous years, only ministers came, but this year all the big shots are here?"
"Hey, don't you know? Our Tianmo Kingdom has found a gold mine, and these three kingdoms probably all want a piece of the pie."
"I heard that the third prince of the Tianlang Kingdom is interested in a marriage alliance with our dynasty, but I don't know if it's true or not."
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, those three women are all exceptional individuals. Marrying any one of them would be a good deal."
"Hey, they don't have a princess or crown princess now, maybe they'll have a chance. It's a pity my daughter is already married, so I can't join in the fun."
"Sit still and do your best later. Don't steal your sister's thunder or embarrass me." Yuan's father, a vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue, turned to Yuan Qingling behind him and said.
Yuan Qingling lowered her head, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
Over the years, she has mastered all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and has helped her good half-sister build a good reputation.
In the eyes of outsiders, he was utterly incompetent and lived a worse life than a servant at home.
If you want to eat, you have to cook for yourself; if you don't have money to buy rice, you have to earn it yourself.
She was always completely controlled by her stepmother using her mother's belongings.
My father was a man who ruined himself by favoring a concubine.
My grandmother was kind to me, but she was recuperating in the countryside, and I could only see her briefly during the Lunar New Year.
She didn't want to upset her grandmother with these things.
The princesses above looked at the handsome princes of the three kingdoms opposite them, each with their own unique charm, and secretly harbored their own ambitions.
They are princesses, but despite their glamorous appearance and noble status, they are ultimately nothing more than pawns used for political marriages or to win over ministers.
Rather than marrying someone you don't like, it's better to marry the most prestigious person, and the two princes opposite are undoubtedly the best choices.
Although the third prince of the Tianlang Kingdom is not yet the crown prince, his presence at today's event suggests that he is not far from taking the position.
If they could catch the eye of even one of these three, they wouldn't have to worry about their father not giving his approval.
As Yun Qingluo watched the dance below, she suddenly understood why there was the story of the beacon fire that amused the feudal lords.
They are so pleasing to the eye.
Seeing that Yun Qingluo's gaze had not been on him since the three princes took their seats, Mo Beichen, who was standing to the side, felt a little displeased.
He glanced at the three people opposite him with a gloomy expression. The three people opposite him were completely bewildered by Mo Beichen's cold gaze.
He then looked at the dancers below, seemingly deep in thought.
After a moment, he tilted slightly towards the direction of the falling clouds, lowered his head close to her ear, and said in a deep voice, "Is it beautiful?"
Yun Qingluo was confused. "I think it looks pretty good... Ah Chen, is it because it's too noisy?"
When Mo Beichen heard Yun Qingluo say that she was very beautiful, he almost couldn't control his urge to kill her. He lowered his eyes, looked into Yun Qingluo's pure eyes, sighed slightly, and his tone was tinged with grievance.
"Does Luo Luo dislike me?" Her tone was filled with bitterness and grievance.
Yun Qingluo: "?"
What? She was just praising the dancer's dancing. How did he come to the conclusion that she would dislike him?
Yun Qingluo looked at Mo Beichen's gaze, and her body stiffened slightly. He thought she was saying that the three people were good-looking?
Well, she is indeed beautiful, but she's not her type.
She still preferred a handsome man like Mo Beichen, who was dashing, masculine, and had a touch of earthy charm.
"Um, Achen, are you sure you've misunderstood?" Yun Qingluo cautiously tugged at Mo Beichen's sleeve.
His pitiful little expression just now was so cute, like a wronged puppy seeking comfort from its owner.
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