Murong Xiao also followed the crowd and slowly moved forward, but no one noticed that she deliberately slowed down her pace.
When Murong Xiao slowly walked to Qian Yeming's position, he was also about to enter the hall.
"Put on your cloak." It was a very small voice, completely drowned out by the crowd, but Qian Yeming could hear it very clearly.
An indescribable warmth surged into my chest, making my originally cold body feel warm instantly.
Qian Yeming stopped moving forward and stood there watching Murong Xiao walking farther and farther away with the crowd. Then he turned around and made a gesture to Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei trotted over with confusion in his eyes. Before he could ask his master what was the matter, he saw him put his cloak back on and hold the thermos in his hands again.
Then he turned and left without saying a word.
Zhang Wei was slightly stunned, smiled, and then entered the palace.
The ceremony is over and the dinner is next.
At the beginning of the dinner, the emperor first introduced the envoys from the other five countries who had come to celebrate his birthday.
Except for Dongyang in the northeast and Western Jin in the southwest, which sent envoys to participate, the princes of Northern Wei in the north, Dongxiang in the southeast, and Xiliang in the northwest all went there in person to participate.
In her previous life, she didn't want to get involved in the dispute over the throne, and took advantage of Murong Qingyun's kindness to her, and refused to attend the emperor's birthday banquet, so she didn't know who showed up at the banquet.
But today, while sitting at the birthday banquet, Murong Xiao made some careful observations.
The Kyushu continent is divided into six parts. Although there are occasional small-scale wars between countries, the six countries are currently in a relatively balanced stage because they restrain each other.
Murong Qingyu's battle for the throne was about to begin. If she helped Qian Yeming to launch a counterattack, the entire climate of South Vietnam would change. When that happened, South Vietnam would be in turmoil, and the previous mutual restraint would be immediately broken.
As the saying goes, a single move can affect the entire body. She must analyze the situation of various countries in advance and unite all the forces that can be united in order to be invincible in the battle for the throne.
Murong Qingyu had been preparing for this, colluding with foreign forces long before her, but Qian Yeming wasn't without her own strength. A true conflict was still some time away, and if she could leverage the forces of all parties appropriately and successfully hold her position without inflicting heavy losses on the South Vietnamese forces, that would be the best scenario.
Just as Murong Xiao was looking at the envoys from the five countries intentionally or unintentionally, she also felt that a pair of eyes had been looking at her since she entered the hall.
To say he was scrutinizing her wasn't quite right; to be more precise, his gaze was practically scanning her. It was a burning intensity, as if he wanted to see right through her.
Feeling uncomfortable being stared at, Murong Xiao simply looked up and looked straight at him. She wanted to see how long this person was going to stare at her so unscrupulously.
Unexpectedly, Murong Xiao would meet his gaze. The person opposite was slightly stunned, then raised the wine glass in his hand and gave Murong Xiao a friendly smile.
This man, dressed in a moon-white robe and with extraordinary handsome features, was like a hot spring on a frozen snowy mountain: warm, refreshing, and soothing, though a faint, inexplicable chill lingered around him, soaking into it, warming the body but not the heart. Yet, it ultimately gave him a sense of springtime warmth.
The warm light of the Taiji Hall shone on his face. His pair of misty eyes were blurred and moving, and he was wearing a moon-white robe. In the night, he looked charming and elegant, like a dancing light.
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