Feng Nanqi happened to be looking towards the Ninth Prince.
Or perhaps, it was looking at Yuan Yao, who was standing beside the Ninth Prince…
Yuan Yao was drinking tea when she suddenly felt her ears burning and the top of her head feeling cool.
She looked up in confusion: "Father, what's wrong?"
The Ninth Prince held the celadon teacup in his hand: "It's nothing." After speaking, he raised his hand and patted Yuan Yao's little head: "Not to your liking?"
"Hmm..." Yuan Yao said with a bitter face, "The meat from Xiqiu tastes so bland!"
Yao'er is craving the roasted venison and stir-fried lamb leg meat from Daqi...
Xiqiu people mainly eat meat.
However, their meat is cooked very lightly!
The most common dishes are boiled beef and mutton in plain water!
The dipping sauce is just a little salt and pepper powder, or occasionally a dipping sauce made with chili, salt, and bone broth...
It's an occasional treat, and the food is actually quite good.
After all, it's quite authentic...
But eating like this every meal is really too much for me!
Yuan Yao felt like she was about to go crazy from eating!
Yuan Yao gripped her chopsticks and said pitifully, "Daddy, Yao'er really wants to eat hot pot!"
The spicier the better!
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Prince chuckled: "Just bear with it a little longer. After this meal, I'll take you out of the palace to find something to eat, hmm?"
Leaving the palace?
That's wonderful!
Yuan Yao exclaimed happily, "Father is the best!"
Father will always understand her best!
If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, she would have loved to give the Ninth Prince a big kiss on the face!
Unfortunately, she's not three years old anymore, she's almost eight!
Doing it in public will make people laugh at you!
Yuan Yao wrinkled her little nose, buried her head in the arms of the Ninth Prince, and rubbed against him: "Daddy smells so good!"
"You little dumpling..." The Ninth Prince smiled and patted her little head: "It's just eating hot pot, isn't it?"
Look at you, so useless.
What's wrong with her?
Yuan Yao said confidently, "I don't need to be successful in front of Father! In any case, Father will always spoil me!"
On the side.
Huaiyao looked on with envy, gripping her chopsticks as she said, "Your Majesty... I also want to leave the palace."
Yuan Yao looked up.
On Huaiyao's table, the food was barely touched.
puff……
Yuan Yao blinked: "Sister Huaiyao, eat more meat. I heard that you need to eat more meat to have energy!"
"If you don't have the strength, how can you crack the whip?"
"I want to eat vegetarian food!" Huaiyao said irritably. "I really can't stand the food in Xiqiu!"
"Either boiled meat or braised meat, or people will die..."
"Huaiyao!" Huairou scolded softly, "Today is the Phoenix's birthday, you are not allowed to say such unlucky things."
Huaiyao: "..."
Huaiyao almost cried out, "Sister, I want to eat vegetarian food, I want to eat stir-fried dishes..."
I'm going crazy thinking about it.
Huairou cut off a small piece of boiled lamb leg, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in her mouth. Her eyes were gentle as she said, "I think the lamb and beef from Xiqiu have a unique flavor."
Even if it's just boiled in water, the taste and texture are still quite good.
Huaiyao covered her mouth.
She was about to throw up, okay?
Is there really no problem with the taste in Huairou?
How can she make the same expression as if she's eating a delicacy when the meat is so bland?
Is it an act?
Yuan Yao looked at Huai Rou: "Sister Huai Rou, if you can't eat, you can eat a little less. No one will blame you..."
Upon hearing this, Huairou put down the knife and said with a smile, "Yao'er, you've misunderstood."
I genuinely think the meat from Xiqiu is quite good.
If I can't eat, I won't force myself.
"Sister, stop pretending!" Huaiyao said with a bitter face, "Be careful not to eat too much, or you'll feel nauseous."
Pack?
Still feeling nauseous?
Huairou was both amused and exasperated: "Huaiyao, Yao'er, you've really misunderstood me! I genuinely think this meat is delicious!"
Yuan Yao: "?"
Huairou likes the meat from Xiqiu.
So, does Huairou like Xiqiu?
Rounding up, Huairou and Fengxun...aren't they quite a coincidence?
She's such a clever little devil!
I've hit that spot!
sweet!
It is too sweet!
Yuan Yao put down her chopsticks.
The Ninth Prince glanced sideways: "Not eating anymore?"
"I'm not eating anymore!" Yuan Yao smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Yao'er is already full!"
I'm so full from eating so many sweets!
Yuan Yao was inexplicably excited.
If Huairou marries Fengxun in the future, wouldn't she become her sister-in-law?
Wow!
The romance between an older woman and a younger man, or a younger man with a cute, innocent look—it's all so sweet!
How can there be such a sweet couple?
So sweet it made me cry...
I hope Feng Xun can do his best to be a good Crown Prince of Xiqiu Kingdom.
We also hope that Emperor Jiang will not randomly arrange marriages for Huairou and will not arbitrarily bestow marriages upon her...
If the two of them can get together, they will definitely be a happy couple!
What would it be like if two people who are gentle to the extreme were together?
I can't wait!
Most importantly, Feng Xun should not inherit Feng Nanqi's "scumbag" nature!
If he dares to cheat on Huairou, he shouldn't blame her for turning against her own family for the greater good!
Harmful!
She's so worried!
The old man's inner energy fluctuated, and he sensed the little girl beside him being inexplicably excited. He couldn't help but raise his hand and lightly flick the little bun on her head: "Behave yourself."
Yuan Yao let out a soft exclamation: "Ah..."
Why did Father suddenly flick her?
The Ninth Prince reached out and pinched the bun on her head: "Be good."
Feng Nanqi's eyes were practically glued to her...
He was jealous.
Yuan Yao composed herself and sat down obediently.
She looked up and followed the gaze of the Ninth Prince.
Upon looking at him, their eyes met.
Yuan Yao: "..."
Feng Nanqi's gaze was intense and focused.
If it weren't for the Grand Eunuch's presence, he probably would have rushed down to snatch the person away...
What a scumbag dad!
Yuan Yao silently complained to herself.
All the officials of Xiqiu rose to their feet and knelt on the ground.
Discussions were incessant.
On the high platform, the official from the Ministry of Rites bowed to Feng Nanqi, bent down, and received the imperial edict.
"Now, Consort Chen, Liuyue, is virtuous and gentle in nature... She was sent on a marriage alliance with a foreign land, forging a bond between the two nations... She bore me children and shared a deep and loving relationship with me... On this auspicious day, I hereby posthumously confer upon her the title of Empress Zhaohua. So be it."
The imperial edict appointing her as empress was delayed by more than a decade.
Feng Xun was the one who received the imperial edict appointing her as empress.
All the civil and military officials knelt down and bowed: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress!"
On the high platform, apart from his attendants, no one saw that a single tear slid down Feng Nanqi's cheek.
He said softly, "Liuyue, did you hear that?"
After reading the edict appointing her as empress, the official from the Ministry of Rites picked up another edict—
"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The Third Son, Fengxun, is gentle, kind, and exceptionally intelligent, and is blessed by Heaven..."
Yuan Yao looked up at Feng Xun, who was kneeling upright on the ground.
Feng Xun held the imperial edict appointing her as empress, kneeling upright.
Sunlight shone on him, giving him a shimmering glow...
After reading the edict establishing the crown prince, Eunuch Hong took the imperial decree down and placed it in Feng Xun's hands.
Feng Xun held the imperial edict, her eyes slightly red.
He lifted his knee, about to get up.
At this moment, an official from the Ministry of Rites said, "Today, there is another imperial edict to be proclaimed to the world."
The entire banquet was filled with a clamor: "What kind of imperial edict is this?"
An official from the Ministry of Rites announced loudly, "This is the imperial edict conferring the title of Princess!"
The eldest princess?
The Ninth Prince suddenly looked up, his gaze turning icy as he looked at Feng Nanqi.
Feng Nanqi, fearless, stared straight at him and spoke in a hoarse voice, clearing up everyone's confusion: "That's right, I want to bestow the title of Princess Fengxi."
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