This time, Murong Xitian cooperated, holding Xia Ziluo's hand and walking directly to the place that belonged to him and Xia Ziluo.
After the two of them sat down, the other officials backed away one after another, as if they were avoiding the plague, as far away from them as possible.
Xia Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief, no longer having to tense up like before.
As soon as she relaxed, she heard sighs, shocks... and more, gasps of fear.
Xia Ziluo curiously took a sneak peek at everyone in the palace, and suddenly found that these people were very jealous of her and Murong Xitian. What was originally a loud conversation turned into a quiet discussion, and three or two people formed a circle and hid in a corner far away from them.
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Curious, she listened carefully, and she actually heard some comments about herself.
It turns out that in the past, when the princess came to congratulate the Queen Mother on her birthday, she would definitely wear a beaded crown and phoenix robes. Her clothes were not as luxurious as the Queen Mother and Queen Mother, or even surpassed them.
Moreover, "she" relied on Prime Minister Xia to run rampant in the harem. Even at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, she ordered Concubine Hui, Concubine Zhen and other concubines to serve her.
At last year's banquet, she went too far. She actually teased the new champion in public, not to mention that he frequently peeked at Concubine Li, which made the emperor part with her.
In the end, the number one scholar committed suicide that night to prove his innocence, and Li Fei was even more miserable. She was thrown into the cold palace, and later her tongue was cut out for no reason, and she finally died of illness in the cold palace.
But today, she was uncharacteristically not dressed like a peacock spreading her wings to compete for beauty. Instead, she put on ordinary court clothes that were more dignified and graceful without losing elegance.
As a result, this became a topic of heated discussion.
Gee, it really makes people feel chilly! After hearing this, Xia Ziluo was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
This Princess Xiao is really ruthless in what she does, and does not leave a way out for herself and the Xia family. She has done too many things that make people and gods angry, and there is no guarantee that they will not all be retributed on her in the future - bah bah!
Xia Ziluo spat repeatedly, fearing that there would be retribution.
That Princess Xiao gave up and ran away. If there was retribution, wouldn't it be retribution on her? With so many crimes, it seems that cutting her into pieces several times would not be enough to satisfy her hatred. Wouldn't she die miserably in the end?
Xia Ziluo couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"If the flow continues, it will rain in the palace." Murong Xitian's expression was still like an iceberg, but his words were very gentle.
"What?" Xia Ziluo's eyes widened and he turned his head several times before realizing what Murong Xitian meant.
This girl was making a joke on him. She felt that she was too nervous and sweating too much.
This person is so annoying!
Xia Ziluo deliberately stepped on Murong Xitian.
Murong Xitian remained motionless, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
With this commotion, Xia Ziluo felt that he was no longer as nervous as before, and an emotion called warmth filled his chest.
Looking at Murong Xitian's smile, she could actually understand the deeper meaning of his words just now.
He was actually trying to make her laugh or make her angry. He was using his own way to hope that she would relax.
It feels so good.
Xia Ziluo raised a smile and said in words that only the two of them could hear: "As long as you are here, I am not afraid..."
"Your Majesty, I offer you a drink." Suddenly, a baritone voice interrupted Xia Ziluo's words.
She looked up in surprise and saw a man who was about twenty-eight or nine years old. The man had a gentle face, a look of awe-inspiring righteousness, and his eyes were as clear as the moon, making people with ghosts in their hearts dare not look directly.
