Chapter 232 The Princes Offer Tea

Gu Anxian reluctantly looked away and stared at the hem of her skirt, feeling uncomfortable in her organs as if she was bitten by insects and ants.

As much as she liked Mu Cang, she now hated Yan Li.

Especially after spending so many days with Mu Wenxuan, she felt more and more that Mu Cang was like the unattainable bright moon in the sky at night.

Mu Wenxuan was both lustful and greedy. Sleeping next to her every night made her feel sick.

In the past, she could convince herself in her heart that Yan Li had a humble status and would be rejected by Mu Cang sooner or later. But who could tell her why this humble orphan girl suddenly transformed into a noble princess of Jin?

God was so kind to her and gave her all the good luck?

Why?

Yan Li turned his eyes slightly and passed her face casually.

Gu Anxian's eyes were too revealing.

It had been like this before. Whenever Mu Cang appeared, her eyes would always fall on him intentionally or unintentionally, with deep obsession in her eyes.

Yan Li probably knew in her heart that Gu Anxian should really like Mu Cang, but unfortunately her love was not rare, and the method of obtaining love was also despicable, so she was destined not to get the results she wanted.

There was silence in Zhaoyang Hall.

Emperor Zhaocheng was sitting on the dragon chair, and the person sitting on the chair next to him was not Queen Guo, but Queen Jiang Yi of Jin.

Yesterday, the Ninth Prince got married. The Emperor and the Queen of Jin went to the Ninth Prince's Mansion together.

Someone took a quick glance and didn't have time to take a closer look. When they saw Jiang Yi's appearance, they realized that Yan Li was at least five points similar to her. After knowing her identity as the Queen of the Jin Kingdom, who would dare to hold Yan Li in such a bad mood? Contemptuous attitude?

Jiang Yi, who was sitting in the main seat, had already seen the reactions of everyone present. When she saw Yan Li coming in, she waved to her gently: "Li'er."

Yan Li nodded slightly. Compared to her warmth, her reaction to Mu Cang was slightly cold.

But Jiang Yi obviously didn't care.

While many juniors bowed their heads in salute, Mu Cang and Yan Li walked to the secondary seats and sat down. There were two futons not far away in front of them, and their intentions were obvious at a glance. ŴŴŴ.

There were palace servants standing on both sides holding tea cups, ready to prepare tea for the princes, concubines and princesses who would serve tea later.

This was what Emperor Zhaocheng wanted, and no one dared to show dissatisfaction.

"Yesterday's wedding between Mucang and Princess Nanyang was a happy event for the royal family." Emperor Zhaocheng said solemnly, "Many things have happened to the royal family in recent days, which has caused a mess. Fortunately, this happy event has diluted some of the unhappiness."

Several elderly princes in the royal family were allowed to sit on the other side. They had different expressions when they heard this. Thinking of what happened to the royal family these days, it was indeed a mess.

Some people are grateful, some are regretful, and some are resentful.

All remained quiet.

"I called you here today just to serve tea to your Nine Emperors Uncle and Nine Emperor Auntie." Emperor Zhaocheng looked around expressionlessly, "When we meet in the future, we will respectfully salute and say hello. If there is anyone who doesn't care about the elder again, If you look down on your inferiority, I will punish you severely and never give you mercy!"

The princes and princesses lowered their heads uneasily. Even if they were dissatisfied, they could only respond respectfully. Who dared to refute?

"After the tea ceremony, I have one more important thing to announce." Emperor Zhaocheng raised his hand, "Let's get started."

The first one to step forward was the eldest prince and his princess.

The couple doesn't often appear in public.

I heard that the eldest prince doesn't like fighting for power, he only likes to write poems and paintings, stay at home with the princess and play the piano, and the years are peaceful.

The two walked to Mu Cang and Yan Li and knelt down.

The eldest prince is gentle and elegant, and the princess is gentle and pleasant. There is no special expression on their faces. First, they congratulate the emperor's uncle and aunt on their marriage and live a long life together.

When the palace maid came forward with a tea tray, they each picked up tea cups from the tray and presented them to Mucang and Yan Li: "Uncle Jiu Wang and Aunt Jiu Huang, please have some tea."

Mu Cang and Yan Li took the tea cup, took a shallow sip, and quickly put it back on the tray.

The maid stepped back with the tray.

Mu Cang and Yan Li took the red purses from the maid's tray, one each.

"Thank you Uncle Nine Emperors, thank you Aunt Nine Emperors."

The eldest prince and his wife quickly left, arranged according to the princes, and the second one came up was the Xian Wang and his wife.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mu Xiuhan and Jiang Jingyue stepped forward stiffly, their expressions dull and pale.

It can be said that the recent encounter between the two people was entirely due to Mu Cang and Yan Li. At this time, I had to serve them tea, and I felt extremely unwilling and resentful.

But in front of the emperor, Mu Xiuhan didn't dare to resist, let alone Jiang Jingyue?

Mu Xiuhan and Jiang Jingyue walked to the futon and knelt down.

Yan Li glanced at her casually and paused slightly. Jiang Jingyue's face seemed to still have the mark of the slap on her face.

It's just that she wore heavy makeup on her face today, which covered up her haggardness and paleness, and the rouge on her cheeks enhanced her complexion a bit.

If you don't look carefully, you can barely see the slap mark on her face.

But the shadows are thick now. I wonder if it’s because I didn’t sleep well last night.

Mu Xiuhan took the tea cup from the maid's tray, his expression was slightly stiff, and he handed it to Mu Cang and Yan Li respectfully.

"Uncle Nine Emperors, please have tea."

Mu Cang didn't reach out to take it, and his voice was as indifferent as snow: "For the first cup of tea, I'd like to pay homage to you, Aunt Nine Emperors."

Mu Xiuhan's expression froze.

The expressions of the other people present were also subtle for a moment, and their eyes turned to Bu Mu Xiuhan and Yan Li in unison.