Chapter 25: Entering the Palace for a Banquet

  "Dad, Fourth Sister is getting more and more... It's not that I want to say anything about anyone, it's just that she doesn't even put Dad in her eyes, delaying and making everyone wait for her." Leng Yinling pulled out a white handkerchief, she just couldn't stand Leng Ziyue, who used to be the one Dad loved the most, whatever good things as long as she opened her mouth would be given to her.

  Now it's fine, let alone the cheap woman Leng Ziyue ride on her head, not to mention that all good things are sent to her, and she is allowed to make trouble in the Hou Mansion, and they are not even allowed to find trouble for her.

  Once discovered, they were punished without asking for their reasons.

  Even watching them being bullied by Leng Xueyao, they pretended not to see or hear anything.

  "Enough, hasn't she arrived yet?" Leng Ting furrowed his brow, and the chatter of his three daughters in his ear made him feel annoyed.

  The Empress Dowager's mind, he has not fully grasped it yet, but he knows that the person chosen by the Empress Dowager has no room for choice at all.

  That day, Leng Ziyue returned from the palace. The secret guards he sent to follow Leng Ziyue came back with news that his daughter had performed a play in front of the Empress Dowager, completely overturning the rumors about her falling off the building over the past few days.

  Leng Ting is not stupid, Leng Cui has changed and is no longer the timid, weak, and fearful little girl she used to be. Now she has her own ideas, courage, and a clear and decisive mind. Whoever dares to mess with her will have to be prepared to face her wrath and get stripped of their dignity.

  So she played along with the empress dowager's words, but what was her real intention? Cold Jing couldn't help but feel suspicious and a little out of control.

  "Let's go!" Leng Xueyu yawned, she hadn't slept for a while, how was it already evening?

  The banquet is about to begin, no wonder the few people in front of her are staring at her with their eyebrows and eyes. Forget it, even if she's not in a good mood, Cold Ziyue doesn't plan on taking out her temper on them.

  After all, tonight's protagonist is in the imperial palace, and the person she wants to collect is also in the imperial palace.

  "Dad, look at her..." Leng Fengling stretched out her fingers with bright red nail polish, pointing at the back of Leng Ziyue, she was really too arrogant.

  His piercing gaze fell on the woman in red, her back straight as a rod, under the sunset. He had never known that his daughter would look so breathtakingly beautiful in red clothes, as if the crimson garment was tailor-made for her.

  After seeing her wear it, it seems that anyone else wearing red clothes can no longer enter their eyes and will only appear to be vulgar.

  In his memory, although he had never asked about Leng Ziyue, he also knew that Leng Ziyue was like her mother, who liked plain-colored clothes and did not love bright and dazzling colors.

  But she was indeed his daughter, with an unchanged birthmark, and it was impossible for anyone else to be exactly the same as her.

  "It's about time, let's catch up." Leng Ting wanted to hold a high position, but he had never liked attending palace banquets. In the past, whenever there were such gatherings, he would always find an excuse to decline attendance.

  However, this time, he can't push it even if he wants to.

  The marriage between the Fourth Princess of Beihanguo and Ling Wang Zhang Xiao is just three days away, and Beitang Xiner not only asked for an edict from the Emperor, but also asked for an edict from the Empress Dowager to hold a grand palace feast to celebrate their union.

  Furthermore, the regent of Beihan arrived in Qimeng yesterday and is considered to be the most important guest from Beihan, so the imperial family cannot afford to neglect this matter.

  Everyone in the world knows that the most famous person in Beihanguo is not the Emperor, but the Regent King who holds great power. His arrival is what people are most curious about.

  "Yes." Three women dressed up, hoping to be favored by the powerful at the palace feast and become noble phoenixes. After the Lantern Festival tour of the Moon River, they didn't make any plans to deal with Leng Ziyue again. However, this palace feast prepared by Beidong Xiner would not be a good one.

  Her goal was nothing more than to target Leng Xue and make her uncomfortable.

  Well, they went to enjoy the play and might receive an unexpected surprise.

  Starting from Zhongjun Houfu, it wasn't until an hour later that the horse carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the palace gate. The surrounding noisy sounds woke up Leng Ziyue.

  "Fourth sister, aren't you getting off the carriage yet?" Ling Yin asked in a gloomy and mysterious tone, standing elegantly outside the horse-drawn vehicle while maintaining her ladylike demeanor.

  If her tone of voice wasn't so sharp, maybe she could have scored a few more points.

  "After you enter the palace later, you four sisters sit properly in your own positions, don't move around randomly. This is the imperial palace, it's not like at home. It's not your first time coming here, be careful and understand." Leng Zhen looked at Leng Ziyue who jumped off the horse carriage with a nonchalant expression, starting to remind them.

  All officials of the fourth rank and above brought their children to the palace for a banquet. After entering the imperial garden, the boys and girls had to sit separately, and he was worried that his mischievous daughters would cause trouble.

  Especially Yu Zhiyue, Bei Tang Xiner specifically named her and required her to attend the palace banquet, even if she was seriously ill. Her purpose is so obvious that anyone with a clear mind can understand the reason behind it.

  His gaze fell again on Leng Zhen's calm and composed small face, and Leng Zhan suddenly felt that his worries were all unnecessary. She was no longer the her who could be bullied by others, those who had hurt her would not have a good ending.

  Even if she is a princess of a country.

  Somehow, Leng Qing was indeed a kind of feeling, and Leng Xue Yue had that kind of skill.

  "Yes, Father." The three sisters of the Leng family responded softly, except for Leng Ziyue who said nothing, quietly gazing at the half-red sky with the burning clouds.

  The color of blood, her favorite.

  "Follow me." Leng Ting withdrew his gaze, striding forward with large steps. As soon as they entered the palace gates, a small eunuch came forward to lead the way, guiding them towards the Imperial Flower Garden.

  After many twists and turns, nine bends and eighteen curves, we finally arrived at the Yu Hua Garden. At this time, the lanterns had just been lit, shining brightly like daylight. The little palace maidens in pink palace attire flitted about, with the occasional sound of hushed conversations and laughter drifting through the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

  The vibrant flowers emit either light or rich fragrances, and occasionally a few butterflies can be seen dancing among the blossoms, so beautiful it's dizzying.

  "Four young ladies, this way please." The little eunuch stretched out one hand in a gesture of invitation.

  Leng Qing nodded slightly, hinting that she should behave like an elder sister and not bring shame to the Zhong Junhou Mansion.

  Following the little eunuch, Leng Ziyue and the four of them were arranged at a location on the edge of the peony flowers. This location is neither good nor bad, compared to the positions of those ministerial families, it's already much better.

  Zhong Junhou still has some status in the imperial court.

  Leng Xueyu lightly lifted her eyelids, the most boring thing was to attend this kind of palace feast, if she had a choice, she would rather practice alone in the training room.

  Ignoring the three sisters, Leng Ziyue stood up and took advantage of the fact that there were not many people around to find a corner where she sat down quietly. It was better for her to be lost in thought than to chat with these women who wore masks to live their lives.

  Last night, after practicing with Master Murong Cang, I returned to the Hou Mansion and encountered assassins again. This time, those assassins were not ordinary at all, but well-trained dead soldiers who would not give up until they achieved their goal.

  When fighting with the dead guard, a black-clothed masked man helped her. The dark eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere before. Cold Xueyu chased after him, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity towards him. Unfortunately, the man's martial arts skills were too high, and she couldn't catch up, which made her feel stifled for a long time.

  She vowed that if she met that person again, she would definitely catch up with him.

  Her small hands supported her cheeks, Leng Xue was so bored that she almost fell asleep, constantly thinking, who is he? Why did he want to help her? And how could he say they would meet again?

  What is his purpose, enemy or friend?

  Her eyes were as clear as the water of Mount Tian, refreshing and lively. Her fiery red dress was enchanting and alluring, like blood. With a glance, she showed an elegant and moving posture. Leng Zixiao didn't know that at this moment, she had become a unique and unparalleled scenery in other people's eyes.