Zi Yan, the third young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, is more beautiful than anyone else. Her cultivation level has reached the second level and is almost on the verge of breaking through the third level. She is only fifteen years old this year, and the young master who comes to propose marriage is almost on the verge of breaking through the threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Hao'er is late. I wish you blessings like the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains." Jing Hao, who is only nine years old, already has the demeanor of a young man from an aristocratic family. Although he is still a little childish, his mind has become enlightened and he knows how to distinguish right from wrong.
"Well, Hao'er, please take a seat." Dongfang Lie nodded, with some relief on his resolute face. He was more imposing than two years ago, as domineering as a general, but without losing his dignity.
There were fine wines and delicious meals, and more and more high-ranking officials and dignitaries came to attend the birthday banquet this year. Whether they were in awe of the powerful or false flattery, clinging to power, they all showered them with birthday gifts and congratulatory messages.
Nangong Chen and Jing Ao, two young figures of Jinli Kingdom, easily attract attention no matter where they are. Compared with two years ago, they are more and more elegant, deep and reserved, and don't show off their emotions.
"Your Highness, Yan'er has been waiting for you for a long time, and you are here now." Zi Yan, dressed in snow-colored flowing cloud brocade, smiled and said softly.
After two years of hard work and being defeated by Luo Wanqing countless times, she finally learned to restrain her arrogance and tried her best to imitate Luo Wanqing in every word and deed. She believed that one day she would replace Luo Wanqing.
"Miss Dongfang is polite, I'll excuse you first." Nangong Chen suppressed the displeasure in his heart and said politely.
He has always disliked the pretentious Dongfang Ziyan, and he actually imitated Qing'er without even half of Qing'er's charm. It simply tainted Qing'er, so much so that his dislike for Dongfang Ziyan turned into disgust.
Zi Yan looked at Nangong Chen's back angrily, why was she never in his eyes?
After two years at Lance College, she greeted him with kindness and tenderness, but he remained indifferent. All his tenderness was given to the person named Luo Wanqing.
Not far away, Ziying raised her lips sarcastically. Dongfang Ziyan's expression of unwillingness and infatuation was really wonderful. Everyone could see that Ziyan was imitating Luo Wanqing. The snow-colored flowing cloud brocade was worn on Luo Wanqing's face.
She looks like a goddess from the Nine Heavens, and wearing it on Zi Yan looks like a pheasant dressed as a phoenix, which is funny.
The appearance of Nangong Chen undoubtedly caused quite a stir. His slender and tall figure, unparalleled beauty and noble status decorated the dreams of countless women.
"Ah? It's His Highness the Third Highness? Sorry, I bumped into you..." Ziying said with a confused look on her face. She was wearing a green gauze dress, cute and cute, but also a little confused.
"It doesn't matter." Nangong Chen said politely.
"I, I have something urgent to do with my mother, please give way to Your Highness." Zi Ying looked at the official ladies who were surrounded by the crowd with some embarrassment.
Nangong Chen frowned and turned sideways to let Zi Ying pass. Among the official ladies, except Qing'er who didn't show any strange eyes to him, the only one left was the fourth lady of the prime minister's house. She was a bit confused and naive, innocent.
Cute, different from Qing'er's amazing talent, intelligence and beauty, but it is also worth appreciating.
The surrounding official ladies were all stunned. They thought that Zi Ying wanted to talk to His Highness, so they blocked Zi Ying from passing by. Unexpectedly, Zi Ying actually asked His Highness to give way.
This Miss Xiangfu was too bold. When they saw His Highness frowning, they gloated in their hearts. His Highness must have been very angry.