Qiao Zhen was silent for a while, then looked at Chen Siyuan, "Does sister-in-law think I'm heartless?"
"You know how to take things personally." Chen Siyuan meant that, but it wasn't that Aunt Xu was worth Qiao Zhen's effort. Rather, since she was born from Aunt Xu's womb, she was worried that she would regret it when someone could no longer see her.
They both cared deeply for each other, and their conversations, though seemingly casual, revealed their mutual concern.
As the banquet was about to begin, they walked together toward it.
This action had a different meaning among the princes.
Chen Siyuan has a will in hand. Now that Chen Siyuan and Qiao Zhen are on such good terms, could the will be related to the Third Prince?
Some people noticed a change in their gaze towards the Third Prince, and their gazes towards the Seventh Prince also subtly shifted.
What they had always thought was a sure thing began to waver because of Chen Siyuan's actions.
Chen Siyuan sat down next to Qiao Yuchen, and Qiao Yuchen immediately brought the pastries to the woman, saying, "Try them, this tastes very special."
Chen Siyuan glanced at it and immediately remembered the pastries she had eaten in the Imperial Study that day; they were the same as this one.
Thinking about it, he picked up a piece, put it to his lips, and confirmed that it was made by the prince's personal chef.
As she ate, she glanced around and noticed that only the pastries on this table were different. Suddenly, Chen Siyuan felt that the pastries didn't taste as good anymore.
"This is the same food I ate in the Imperial Study."
"Yeah, I know." Qiao Yuchen said, taking a piece and putting it in his mouth. "It really tastes good."
Chen Siyuan turned her head to look at the man.
Qiao Yuchen seemed a little embarrassed by the look he was being given. "To be honest, I held a knife to his neck before I did it."
"You..." Chen Siyuan was shocked.
She knew Qiao Yuchen better than anyone else; he was capable of doing something like this.
This is the imperial palace. Isn't he afraid of dying for doing this?
"Don't worry, it's alright." Qiao Yuchen thought of the secret passage he entered into General Qiao's study that day. After he came out, he changed several secret passages and finally arrived at the end, where he found himself in the imperial palace.
He also heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Looking at the woman in front of him, he desperately wanted to speak, yet he didn't want to break the current peace.
Besides, the situation is unclear, and he doesn't want women to take risks with him.
If this had happened ten years earlier, he would have said it directly, but things are different now.
"Don't worry," Qiao Yuchen said, deliberately whispering something in the woman's ear.
Chen Siyuan stared at the man, her mouth agape in shock. "Are you serious?"
"Of course, this is no laughing matter."
Chen Siyuan picked up another piece and ate it; it tasted really good.
She approached the man with a smile, "If you want to eat it again, can you have it again?"
"Don't worry, he'll be our family's cook from now on."
Chen Siyuan didn't take those words seriously; she just thought they were a joke.
Much later, when she saw this person standing in her own kitchen, she realized it wasn't a joke.
"Cough cough—" The seventh prince, who was sitting on the high seat, could no longer sit still.
Everyone knows he's one of their own, so it's really inappropriate for him to flirt with a woman like that in this setting.
Keep a low profile.
This guy keeps emphasizing that he should keep a low profile at crucial moments, but what is he doing?
With so many eyes on this couple, even if they have a good relationship, they should know to be more discreet.
Unfortunately, his actions went unnoticed by some people, and the Seventh Prince could only keep drinking tea to calm himself down.
The Eighth Prince sat there coldly, a hint of icy indifference flashing in his eyes.
Seeing the smug Seventh Prince, he felt very displeased. Taking this opportunity, he slowly turned his body and gave the Seventh Prince a faint glance.
"The young general and his wife are truly a loving couple. I wonder when we will be able to drink the wedding wine of the seventh prince?"
He crushed his hopes of so many years and killed most of his men; he could never forget this grudge.
The princes around him knew the gist of some things, but none of them spoke up.
This time, the Eighth Prince was defeated by the Seventh Prince. The defeat is now clear. If it weren't for the fact that today is the Emperor's birthday banquet, the person sitting in the Dali Temple right now might be the Eighth Prince.
hehe.
The Eighth Prince has gone mad. At this critical juncture, he's making trouble with the Seventh Prince. Doesn't he worry that the Seventh Prince will be dragged out and beheaded immediately?
The Seventh Prince's confidant looked at the Eighth Prince's behavior, which resembled a fighting cock, and was quite unusual in front of so many people.
Is someone planning to end their life?
They hoped that the Seventh Prince would remain calm, as there was no hope for the Eighth Prince, and that he must remain rational at this time.
On this day, whoever steps forward will suffer the consequences.
Qiao Yuchen glanced at the Eighth Prince and felt that the Eighth Prince was acting strangely today.
What's wrong with him on such an important day?
The Third Prince frowned deeply. What exactly was the Eighth Prince up to?
Tao Yifan looked over here, his expression calm, as if he had expected this scene long ago.
He continued drinking, seemingly enjoying the taste of the liquor, and downed several glasses in a row.
Just as his hand touched the wine jar again, he suddenly felt a gaze on him. He paused slightly, looked up, and sure enough, saw the woman sitting next to Qiao Yuchen.
The moment he saw her, despite his best efforts to control himself, his heart still skipped a few beats.
Their eyes met, and too much of their gaze passed between them.
They were too far apart to say anything, but their eye contact was seen by many people.
When that gaze fell upon the Third Prince, his face darkened considerably.
Tao Yifan is really bold. Looking at Chen Siyuan like that in front of so many people, isn't he worried about being chopped up by the man next to her?
He seems to do nothing lately, spending all his time at home with women, but in reality, he is fully aware of the farces happening around the capital.
He knew that today was the Eighth Prince's last chance. Judging from the current situation, the Eighth Prince's outcome would not be good, and the Seventh Prince was confident of victory.
Seeing the tenth prince being carried in and remaining silent ever since, I felt that his appearance was a variable.
With these factors at play, he looked at Tao Yifan again. Was this intentional, or was it out of necessity?
The former is better.
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