"Also, Su Long Su Hu, please remember to remind Miss Song's cousin that the third aunt must wear less clothes. The foot-washing maid should always look like a foot-washing maid. Our prime minister's office is about the orderliness of master and servant.
Ang." Su Baixi's eyes, waiting for a good show, shone with a malicious light.
"Hurry up and go!" Su Zicong can't wait to see Su Yueming and Song Feiyan both lose. They just have to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.
"The King of the Northern Court of the Great Qin Kingdom has arrived!" During the banquet, when everyone was raising their glasses to express their congratulations to the old lady, there was suddenly another commotion at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Su Buqing, several princes, Song Siyuan, and other officials in the court stood up one after another, with extremely surprised looks on their faces——
The King of the Northern Court of the Qin Dynasty—Murong Canghai?
Why would he come to this old lady’s birthday party?!
The King of the North Campus?
Su Yueming also raised her eyes and looked towards the door. She saw a proud man, wearing a luxurious brocade hat and mink fur, with a jade pendant around his waist walking towards him. His handsome face was as dark as the night.
His deep eyes exuded a wild and coquettish aura, and his eyes were indifferent and distant, with a vague sense of oppression.
Although his face was not as perfect as the prince's, it was a bit more charming and cold and arrogant, with his thin lips pursed tightly.
If you look closely, his expression clearly shows a sense of arrogance, disdain and coldness that cannot be tolerated in the world.
This man has no room for anyone in his eyes. He is so arrogant! He is so arrogant! He exudes the aura of destruction.
Murong Canghai, the North Court King of the Great Qin Kingdom, was brave and good at fighting. At the age of twelve, he became the youngest Eight Tribunal Master and the youngest clan leader in the history of the Qin Dynasty. He was also the North Court King Murong Canghai who once frightened the Great Zhou Dynasty!
However, nowadays, Qin and Zhou have good relations with each other, with frequent economic, political and cultural exchanges. The two countries have close relations and there have been no wars in recent years.
The administration of Da Qin is divided into the so-called "north" and "south". "The north governs palace accounts, tribes, and state affairs." The chiefs are served by nobles of the Da Qin royal family. They were named because the offices are located to the north of the emperor's imperial tent.
The emperor of the Qin Kingdom is young, and now all matters in the court, big and small, are handled by Murong Canghai, the king of the Northern Court. Murong Canghai's prestige in the Qin Dynasty has even far surpassed that of the emperor. If he wants to ascend the throne and usurp the throne, the throne is simply his.
It's something that can put on the yellow robe without any effort.
However, although he holds great power and is dictatorial, he has never shown any ambition for the throne. This behavior is really unpredictable.
It’s just this guy…
Su Yueming watched, her deep and clear eyes slowly narrowed slightly. Compared to everyone's shock and surprise, she seemed calmer.
"Concubine Zhen, has the King of the North Courtyard come to Beijing?" Although the old lady focused her energy on the inner palace and did not interfere with the affairs of the court, she had also heard about the name of the King of the North Courtyard and knew how powerful the King of the North Courtyard was.
Concubine Zhen also had a confused look on her face. She shook her head and said——
"Mother, I have never heard the emperor mention it, and I have never seen the King of Beiyuan appear in the palace. I am also wondering why he came to mother's banquet this time."
This is strange! There has never been any private contact between the Youxiang Mansion and the King of Beiyuan, so why would he show up at the old lady’s birthday banquet? It looked like he had brought a congratulatory gift.
Xuanyuan Qiche's eyes were fixed on Murong Canghai. He couldn't help but wonder, had he seen the King of the North Campus somewhere recently?