Xiao Li changed his clothes and prepared to attend the celebration banquet.
The Jinwu Hall where the banquet was held was very lively, and one could tell that they were all very happy about conquering the Kingdom of Yue.
It's so lively inside that it seems a bit deserted outside.
Snowflakes were drifting in the sky. Xiao Li reached out and caught one. "Am I, the Emperor, a bit of a spoiler?"
She should be happy after winning the battle and expanding the territory.
But she really couldn't be happy, she just felt annoyed.
Managing the increasingly vast empire became tedious, as did her feeling that she was out of tune with this world.
The contrast between their cheers and joy and her indifference made her seem even more out of place.
This kind of clarity and rationality that she could not fit in but could not leave seemed to cut her in two.
She didn't want to fit in because she didn't want to be assimilated by this world. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't.
She's been very good-tempered and quiet lately, hasn't she? But the ones with real problems are always the calmest.
Beneath her calm exterior, she was burning with anxiety that she had no outlet for. If she stayed any longer, she might actually get sick.
Lou Yan retracted his gaze and fixed it on the side of her face: "Your Majesty is the master of this world. They should be happy or angry at Your Majesty's pleasure, not at Your Majesty's consideration of their thoughts."
Lou Yan's persuasion was correct, and the emperor liked it, but it didn't work on Xiao Li.
Look, as an emperor she doesn’t even want to listen to flattery. She is such a failure as an emperor.
"His Majesty has arrived!"
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
......
"Let's have a feast!"
The celebration banquet was held to celebrate the army's triumphant return, and the protagonist was naturally the great hero Duan Ji.
Duan Ji stood up and offered a toast: "Your Majesty, I am honored to have your Majesty appreciate me and have fulfilled my mission. This toast to your Majesty, may your Majesty's rule be forever strong and the world be peaceful."
Xiao Li looked at Duan Ji. She was familiar with this great hero, but also not familiar with him.
They had only met twice, so briefly that she still hadn't been able to see his face clearly.
Taking a closer look at him now, he has deep facial features, dark skin and a firm gaze. He cannot be called handsome, but he does have the appearance of an outstanding military officer.
Duan Ji drank it all in one gulp, and Xiao Li also raised his glass to give him face.
"I, Long Sheng, should be like this!"
Tall, strong, majestic and unyielding.
Song Junzhan and others also stood up and raised their glasses: "May Your Majesty's reign be forever strong and the world be peaceful."
Xiao Li smiled and glanced over, her eyes stopped for a moment when they landed on Song Junzhan. The color of her Prime Minister Song's clothes...
It's a little light, but if her eyes are not blurry, it's pink, right?
Noticing Xiao Li's gaze, Song Junzhan made a helpless expression and mouthed: I accept defeat.
Before, the king and his minister made a joking bet about whether the King of Southern Qi and his men would rebel.
The fact is that the two of them will inevitably have the idea of rebellion, but they will not have the conditions or the opportunity.
Song Junzhan knew from the beginning that he was bound to lose, or even if he won, he would make himself lose and would never let anyone shake His Majesty's throne.
It is indeed a bit embarrassing for a man, especially a prime minister, to wear pink, but as long as he thinks that he is wearing it for the empress to see, it is not so difficult to accept.
At least…her eyes were back on him.
Others don't know the hidden thoughts of the prime minister of the time. For example, Duan Ji said before that he brought back a handsome prince of Yue State. He didn't show up this morning, so he reserved the dinner for the prince of Yue State to make a stunning appearance.
Looking at a man dressed like an exhibit...a boy, right?
Is this eighteen?
"Your Majesty, this is the eleventh prince of Yue, Murong Yu."
The slender, fair and handsome boy was forced to kneel on the ground, and the bells and rings he wore to decorate his body jingled.
"Greetings to Her Majesty the Empress."
A group of people looked back and forth between Xiao Li and Murong Yu, unable to conceal their desire to see some gossip. Some people also looked at Song Junzhan. There had always been some unclear scandals between this young prime minister and the empress, and now it seemed that a third party was about to appear.
No, fourthly, I almost forgot that there is also Lord Rong Qing, who is considered by the generals to be the most worthy of Your Majesty.
The number one civil official and the number one military general can't lose to a green-eyed boy from the State of Yue, right?
Naturally, some people noticed the dangerous murderous intent emanating from behind the empress, but that person was a eunuch, and had always been so fierce, so people didn't think too much of it.
Xiao Li raised his hand and waved, neither saying no nor saying yes, letting them guess.
Xiao Li really didn't like that boy. She liked young men like Feng Yin, but she just admired him and had no ill intentions.
Later, he kissed Feng Yin because he knew his age and he insisted on coming over.
The prince of Yue State was very handsome, but his kind of beauty was not what Xiao Li liked. She was not an unsatisfied beast who would want to have sex with any handsome man she saw.
Xiao Li is calm and has few desires, but that doesn't stop some people from getting anxious.
"His Majesty......"
Xiao Li left the table early, but before he had gone far, Song Junzhan caught up with him.
As they got closer, Xiao Li looked him over.
The outfit was pink, but the white and pink didn't look out of place. Plus, he had an outstanding appearance, and the jade crown on his head tied his hair, which looked neat and tidy.
On the contrary, he has an indescribable elegance and ethereal air. This light pink suits him better than white, but he looks too young and handsome, without any of the majesty that a prime minister should have.
A smell of alcohol wafted over, and Xiao Li looked into his eyes: "How much did you drink?"
Song Junzhan answered obediently: "Not much, just a small pot, I'm not drunk."
Xiao Li saw that his eyes were still clear and he certainly didn't look drunk.
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