Xia Ziluo still nervously grabbed Murong Xitian's sleeve: "You are not allowed to go back on your word if you make a promise, and those who do will turn into puppies."
...she thought this was a prank?
Murong Xitian looked at Xia Ziluo doubtfully, and suddenly found that her expression was wrong, and the hand holding his sleeve was trembling slightly.
Could it be that she is afraid? But why should she be harmed...
Murong Xitian suddenly remembered that she was frightened in the palace last New Year's Eve.
Is she worried that what happened last time will happen again?
Murong Xitian raised his eyebrows, stretched out his big palm, and held her little hand: "I will take you back the same way I brought you here."
The warmth in his palm immediately spread from her hand to her heart, and she felt inexplicably relieved.
Xia Ziluo held his hand back and nodded at him, no longer feeling as scared as before.
The two people walked side by side, holding hands, and after walking for about two sticks of incense, the road in front of them began to become narrower, and then there were courtyards nestled within each other.
They came to one of the courtyards. This courtyard was very spacious. There was a huge main hall in the front and several side halls in the back.
On the main hall are written three characters with flying dragons and phoenixes - Hanyuan Palace.
Hanyuan Hall is a place used to hold various ceremonies, such as the emperor's accession to the throne, the canonization of the queen, the birthday of the queen mother, and banquets for foreign dignitaries and envoys. In addition, every year on the Winter Solstice, New Year's Day and Lantern Festival, the emperor receives congratulations from hundreds of officials here.
, and gave banquets to princes and ministers.
The palace was already very lively, with many princes and ministers coming.
The moment Murong Xitian and Xia Ziluo walked in side by side, the originally bustling Hanyuan Hall suddenly became quiet.
The atmosphere became a little weird. Xia Ziluo followed Murong Xitian and just took a small step forward. Everyone who suddenly became quiet suddenly rushed forward——
"Your Majesty, please be safe, Your Majesty, please be safe!" The greetings came out in unison, as if they had been trained.
The sudden actions of these people startled Xia Ziluo. When she came to her senses, she realized that she did not recognize any of these princes and ministers.
This is terrible. If anyone who has any friendship with her father Xia Qingtian takes the opportunity to have a relationship with her, then her fake identity will be exposed on the spot!
Feeling guilty, Xia Ziluo actually had a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
No, she had to think of a way.
Xia Ziluo swallowed, bit his lower lip, and suddenly thought of the trick he would use to deal with Xia Qingtian - pretending to be indifferent.
She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and raised her chin: "Yeah."
As soon as she took on this posture, the atmosphere in the already weird Hanyuan Hall became even more tense.
Well, it seems that these people are scared to death because of her arrival.
What should I do at this time?
Xia Ziluo couldn't help but gently pulled Murong Xitian's hand.
Murong Xitian smiled without saying a word and patted the back of her hand gently.
What's the use of being gentle at this time? What she wants is a solution! We can't let these people kneel all the time.
Xia Ziluo's back was instantly covered with thick cold sweat.
Well, it’s better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Who calls her the fierce princess?
Xia Ziluo coughed twice: "Okay, today is to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday, don't make everyone look sad."
As a result, these people forced out smiles that were uglier than crying and wished Murong Xitian and Xia Ziluo blessings.
Murong Xitian felt the sweat coming from his palms, and the smile on his lips became even bigger.
Xia Ziluo was dissatisfied with Murong Xitian's performance just now and tugged on his sleeve: "Let's go!"
