Chapter 117: She Disturbed the Empress Dowager's Heart
It was night, Xuanyuan Yongling attended the ceremony in fine clothes, but Ya Ge did not show up.
She has another important task, which is to sit in a corner and carefully observe everyone who comes to the banquet.
This is not difficult for her.
"Your Majesty, the banquet has not started yet, do you want your servants to serve you dinner first?" Fang Ji was ordered to protect Ya Ge.
Whether he likes it or not, he should make careful arrangements in every aspect at this time.
But Yage stopped him and said: "I have no appetite for the moment. I will be quiet like this. You should hurry up and eat something. Tonight is very important to His Highness. It is not good to be hungry!"
He was supposed to serve the grandson concubine for meals, but now the master was concerned about his food and clothing.
Seeing that Concubine Taisun was thinking about His Highness like this, Fang Ji was very conflicted for a moment.
To be honest, he was repelled by the grandson concubine at first.
He felt that the arrival of this woman not only disrupted the family relationship between His Highness and the Emperor.
More importantly, she disturbed the emperor's grandson's heart.
Not to mention, Wu Yage carries the hatred of losing his country and his family.
God knows how she will seek revenge from the Xuanyuan family?
But now it seems that she is kind and kind, and she is devoted to the emperor's grandson, which is puzzling.
Fang Ji shook his head in his heart and sighed: Whether it is a blessing or a curse, good or bad, it seems that everything can only be proven by time.
The night was getting dark, and every corner of the posthouse was lit up with palace lanterns.
All invited persons took their seats respectfully.
Wu Yage sat quietly on the pavilion on the second floor, with Fang Ji standing behind him with a solemn face.
There was only one window in the pavilion, and there was no light inside, so no one sitting downstairs could notice it.
Downstairs, the aroma of wine was fragrant, and people at the dinner table began to change glasses and chat happily.
Xuanyuan Yongling followed the local customs in his hometown, always with an exaggerated smile on his face.
But Yage could see the increasingly impetuous heart beneath his calm face.
She also noticed that one of the middle-aged men in a green gown was out of tune with the harmony here.
The frown between his brows inadvertently revealed his disdain, clearly declaring his dissatisfaction with tonight's sumptuous dinner.
Was it intentional or unintentional? Song of Songs couldn't help but pay more attention to him.