Su Wanwan frowned slightly.
There was a lot of resentment in his words.
Especially in front of a group of servants, he didn't seem to care about losing face.
He was the one who left Kunning Palace without a word and never came back, so why is he turning around and accusing us?
It was a holiday, and she didn't want to have any conflict with him.
"Your Majesty is mistaken. If you have time, why not come to Kunning Palace for a visit?"
There's no need for a meal; we can just make it look good for everyone.
"I'm busy."
Lu Xingjian could certainly tell from her perfunctory tone; her voice was cold and distant.
"I have other matters to attend to."
Su Wanwan knew that he still had to go out to the Fengtian Hall to receive congratulatory gifts from civil and military officials.
He casually urged, "Your Majesty, please take your time, lest you be late."
Lu Xingjian gave her a cool look, then turned and left.
Meng Yue followed behind, breaking out in a cold sweat.
I said, Your Majesty, if you say a few more gentle words and coax the Emperor, wouldn't it be easier to back down now?
Why speak so bluntly and insincerely?
That's the emperor! Who wouldn't fawn over him?
After receiving the ceremony at Fengtian Hall, Lu Xingjian's pace slowed considerably.
A guard came to deliver a message: "Your Majesty, Commander Qian has prepared a banquet and is waiting for Your Majesty to come."
Lu Xingjian glanced towards the inner court, then turned and left.
Su Wanwan had a large banquet prepared, complete with wine cups.
Even after noon, no one came.
Those who inquired reported back that the celebration ceremony at Fengtian Hall had long since ended, and the Emperor's whereabouts were unknown.
Su Wanwan looked at the table full of delicious food simmering over a fire and simply smiled.
"Then let's begin the feast."
Fortunately, Yan Ge'er was there to keep her company at the dinner table, so she wasn't too lonely and isolated.
She and Yan Ge'er ate and drank their fill, and then played together for a long time.
In the afternoon, heavy snow began to fall, and by evening, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow.
Su Wanwan wrapped Yan Ge'er up tightly and took him to the open space in front of Kunning Palace to build a snowman.
After building a small snowman, Yan Ge'er continued to work happily with his short legs, clamoring to build another snowman.
They built a slightly larger snowman, and Yan Ge'er said in his childish voice:
"This is Mother, and this is Yan'er."
Su Wanwan paused, then smiled as her eyes reddened.
During this festive season of family reunions, I wonder if anyone is building a snowman with her little one?
She hadn't seen her son, Yan Ge'er, for a long time.
I really don't dare.
I'm afraid it might bring some misfortune to the child.
Yan Ge'er was busy all day long, and built a big snowman on the other side of the little snowman.
"This is my father."
Su Wanwan stopped crying and started laughing.
In fact, Yan Ge'er never called Lu Xingjian "father".
That title is too sensitive; Su Wanwan will not tolerate this behavior.
One careless move could lead to disaster.
But even though the child is young, his longing for his father's love is no less.
Yan Ge'er is like this, but what about Yan Ge'er?
Yan Ge'er had so much fun and was exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Su Wanwan wasn't sleepy at all. She ordered some wine, sat by the window, looked at the snow-covered landscape outside, and poured herself a drink.
He Ying came to persuade her to close the window: "Your Majesty, be careful not to catch a chill."
Su Wanwan, however, was quite interested and laughed:
"Let's go admire the plum blossoms."
Many plum trees have been transplanted to the palace garden, and they are now in full bloom.
He Ying's eyes dimmed slightly, but he forced a smile and said:
"Great! I've been wanting to go admire the plum blossoms for ages!"
The Empress had originally arranged for her to rest for a few days.
She specially changed her shift to serve the Empress well and help win back the Emperor.
But the emperor was completely unmoved and wouldn't listen to reason.
The Empress didn't show it on her face, but she was probably still a little sad inside.
A gentle breeze blew by, swirling up the snowflakes on the ground.
Su Wanwan stared at the swirling snowflakes, slightly stunned.
Around the same time last year, she had seen similar snow swirls in front of Jingbian Tower in Weizhou.
That night she made her final choice.
In retrospect, this choice was actually a trap she set for herself.
Su Wanwan sneezed.
"Your Majesty, shall we go back first?" He Ying said worriedly.
"No need. Appreciating plum blossoms through drunken eyes has a unique charm." Su Wanwan was indeed drunk, and her demeanor was no longer as aloof and rigid as usual.
He Ying waved to the palace maids behind her, telling them to keep an eye on the Empress, and then went back to get a thick cloak.
Su Wanwan was strolling leisurely when she slipped as she turned past the artificial hill.
A strong wrist supported her.
Su Wanwan, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, didn't see who it was and mistook it for He Ying, laughing:
"You came so quickly."
The person supporting her remained silent for a long time.
Su Wanwan sensed something was wrong, slowly straightened up, and blinked hard before she could see clearly that the person who had helped her was not the returning He Ying.
It was Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yongsong released his hand and took two steps back: "So it's Your Majesty the Empress. Your Majesty is drunk. Please return to the palace to rest."
Su Wanwan swayed slightly, her eyes lowered and a faint smile on her face.
"It's better if they're drunk."
"Through drunken eyes, one sees flowers, but the flowers remain silent; through the intoxicated eyes, both cherish each other."
Her voice was intoxicating and alluring, romantic and tender.
Her figure was graceful and elegant, and the hem of her bright red silk cloak drew a beautiful arc in the air.
She tried to pick a plum blossom in front of her, but because she couldn't control the direction, she failed to catch it after several attempts.
Lively and bright, with a touch of coquettishness.
Zhang Yong stood there quietly, and finally reached out to break off the plum branch she wanted and handed it to her.
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