"Thank you, Ninth Princess, for the wine!"
"Princess Ninth Prince, please rest assured, we will personally handle this matter and guarantee that it will be done well for you!"
Several Imperial Guards thanked them with beaming smiles, then quickly picked up Siqi and Sijuan and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Before everyone and Princess Zhaoping could react, only a few shocking pools of blood remained on the ground.
On the other side, as Shang Xiye approached the Chaoyang side hall, he heard a series of decadent songs and music coming from inside.
Upon entering the hall, one is greeted by a scene of singing and dancing, with beautiful singers and dancers as numerous as clouds.
Seated on both sides of the hall were civil and military officials who held some real power.
Shang Xiye's seat was set at the first table on the left. As soon as he sat down, a beautiful woman dressed as a dancer came forward to pour him wine.
"Stop!" Wuying stepped forward and stopped the dancer.
Seeing this, Shang Xiche laughed and said, "Ninth Brother, today is the Empress Dowager's birthday, there's no need to be so reserved, you should relax; come, fill the Ninth Prince's cup with wine."
"Thank you for your kind offer, Your Majesty, but I am injured and should not drink alcohol," Shang Xiye said in a deep voice.
"Then let's serve the Ninth Prince tea," Shang Xiche said, seemingly having anticipated his suggestion, and instead of insisting, he backed down.
Shang Xiye glanced around and saw that each of the ministers present had a beautiful woman pouring wine and serving dishes.
It wouldn't be right for him to repeatedly offend the emperor, so he remained silent.
The dancer replaced the wine pot with fragrant tea, and she and another woman dressed similarly knelt obediently and cleverly on either side of Shang Xiye.
Both of them had fair skin and upturned cheeks, and at first glance, their eyebrows and facial features even bore a slight resemblance to Ji Fengyao.
"Ninth Prince, this is black chicken soup made with wild ginseng from our Gaoqi Kingdom. It's extremely nourishing. Please try it," the beautiful woman in the brocade blue dance dress said sweetly, handing a bowl of soup to Shang Xiye.
That delicate and melodious voice made the emperor and Yuanzhou Han sitting next to him feel weak in the knees and their whole bodies go numb.
After the emperor finished eating the pastries, he remembered something, and his face immediately darkened to the point of being blacker than the bottom of a pot!
Shang Xiye was extremely uncomfortable with the strong smell of perfume on the woman. He also noticed the rouge and powder on her face, which did make her skin tone look better, but he found it dirty.
Wouldn't it be better if these women, like his young wife, had clean and tidy faces?
Why do you have to paint several layers like you're painting a wall? Don't you feel stuffy?
Shang Xiye did not accept the soup, sitting upright and unmoved.
Seeing that Shang Xiye did not take the soup, another dancer in green picked up a piece of bright red stir-fried beast meat and held it to Shang Xiye's lips: "Ninth Prince, this is the Rong beast meat from our Gaoqi Kingdom. I heard that Your Highness likes spicy food, and this Rong beast meat is best when stir-fried with spicy seasoning."
The woman's voice was as melodious as a lark's, and when she described the food, even Yuan Zhouhan was tempted.
"Can you all shut up and be quiet?" Shang Xiye's face was as cold as frost.
As someone who was the emperor's man, and speaking directly to the emperor, he had already been quite polite.
The two dancers: "..."
Are they not pretty enough? Do they have unpleasant voices? Is the food not delicious enough?
Why is it that the legendary Nine Kings, who have already broken through the barriers, are still like a block of wood?
Shang Xiche caught a glimpse of this scene and said indifferently, "Come on, these two lowly maids have displeased the Ninth Prince. Drag them out and behead them."
The two dancers were immediately terrified and cried out as they threw themselves at Shang Xiye, "Your Highness, save us!"
Before the claws could even touch Shang Xiye's clothes, the two dancers were picked up by Wuying and thrown far away.
Shang Xiche: "..."
The two dancers: "..."
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