Wenren Yu then calmly withdrew his gaze, and with a flick of his sleeve, led the two elders of the Wen family and Helian You into the palace. The attendant watched the departing figures of the large family.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling a lingering fear, he turned his gaze back to the unrecognizable invitation on the table.
The thought that the garment had been gnawed by rats caused the old, wrinkled face of the attendant to wrinkle in disgust. There was still a line of ministers' families waiting to enter the palace.
The etiquette staff didn't have time to deal with this invitation, which stood out among the many exquisite invitations, so they simply put it in a corner to keep it out of sight.
Here,
Wen Renyu's maternal grandfather, holding Helian You, suddenly glanced at him with disdain. Wen Renyu was bewildered by his father's look. His maternal grandfather, frowning, scrutinized him from head to toe, and said…
"The prime minister of a country, is this all he's capable of? He has to be questioned for half a day just to enter the palace gate. He's not even as good as your father back then, hmph."
After saying that, she glanced at Wenren Yu with disdain, then picked up Helian You and walked ahead with Wenren Yu's maternal grandmother, looking as if she disdained to associate with Wenren Yu.
Wenren Yu: "???"
My eyes widened in disbelief. Dou E was wronged! How could this be blamed on him?!
That invitation card, gnawed so badly by mice, would probably have surprised even the Emperor himself.
And shouldn't the real culprit behind all this be that little brat Helian You?!
Thinking of this, Wenren Yu glared at Helian You, who was being held by his maternal grandfather, with great displeasure.
Little did they know that Helian You was also perched on Wen Renyu's maternal grandfather's shoulder at that moment, looking in Wen Renyu's direction. The two of them, one big and one small, locked eyes.
Helian You's fair and delicate face rested on his maternal grandfather's shoulder, his dark and bright eyes looking at Wenren Yu, taking notes in his little notebook:
My uncle is the scapegoat; today is another day of him being disliked.
Fortunately, just as Wenren Yu was about to be so angry that her chest tightened, a few ministers gathered around and showered her with praise.
Hearing these flattering words, Wenren Yu's pent-up anger finally subsided. Yes, this was the position he, the prime minister, should have.
…
At Yongqing Palace, Helian Sisi was putting on the red dress that his son had given him as a gift, while Yue'er was choosing hairpins for him.
There's no way around it, even though I'm only five years old, I still feel shy sometimes.
"Deng!"
The little girl was dressed. She got off the bed and excitedly ran towards the pearwood dressing table, her short legs carrying her.
There was no need for Yue'er to hold her; the little girl clung to the chair, climbed up, and quickly sat down properly.
Looking at her stunningly beautiful reflection in the bronze mirror, dressed in a pretty red dress, Sisi's grape-like, watery eyes crinkled into crescent moons with a smile.
The little one cupped his rosy cheeks with his tiny hands, completely blissful. Oh my, how can there be such a beautiful little cutie in the world?
After indulging in her self-admiration, Sisi turned her little body and looked intently at Yue'er, chattering away as she told Yue'er about the hairstyle she wanted to create.
"Sister Yue'er, Sister Yue'er, Sisi wants to wear that 'Moon-Embracing Bun' hairstyle from last time, the really pretty one!"
Sisi's bright, watery eyes blinked, full of anticipation.
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