You can't take away the person in front of you. But given time, the prince will understand the emperor's good intentions. Therefore, I beg the emperor not to take back my life!"
Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu in shock, wondering why she said these words. Su Zhiyu's words were sincere, and Emperor Wen also sighed in his heart. Originally, if she made a fuss, Emperor Wen would only think that she was ignorant of praise. But she behaved like this today.
When Fan Shi said the general words, Emperor Wen couldn't help but look at her with admiration. But Tan only lamented that she had a bad background. If her origins were not so unknown, he would be happy to help this pair of mandarin ducks.
Shui Qingqiong's eyes fell on Su Zhiyu with a complicated expression. She didn't expect that she would ask Emperor Wen to let Pei Donglang marry her. What on earth was she thinking? Did she want her to be grateful to her?
Emperor Wen coughed and continued to declare the unfinished decree. Su Zhiyu and Pei Donglang sat down, both in silence. Pei Donglang saw Su Zhiyu's hand trembling, and he wanted to hold her hand, but in his heart
Before his anger subsided, he looked away.
Su Zhiyu didn't care about what happened after the banquet, and she didn't listen to a word of what others said. She only knew that her smile was almost stiff, and she didn't know what was holding her breath and making her deal with it like a zombie.
Congratulations to the guests.
What an irony, they congratulated her on her third marriage. How can they be happy when their own husband wants to marry someone else?
The banquet lasted for a long time because of the need to keep the New Year's Eve. Su Zhiyu had a fetus in his belly, so he left first on the pretext of feeling unwell. When she left, Pei Donglang did not get up, but continued to sit aside without saying a word.
Su Zhiyu walked aimlessly for a while, and Zi Rui grabbed her and reminded her, "My Lady, the direction back to the palace is not there."
Su Zhiyu waved his hand and said casually: "You go back to the palace first, I will go for a walk alone."
Zi Rui looked at Su Zhiyu's staggering back and didn't know what to say. She gritted her teeth and finally said nothing.
Su Zhiyu strolled to the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the imperial garden, holding on to a pillar and blowing the wind for a while. The cold wind of winter came in, but she was unaware. The lake was frozen, and the surroundings were covered with snow, which was a beautiful scene.
"There are no flowers and no moon to admire, but there is a beautiful lady here. I wonder if the beautiful lady can have a drink with me?"
Rong Yin silently appeared behind Su Zhiyu holding a wine flask. Su Zhiyu turned around and forced a smile, "The banquet in the palace is a good time for young ladies from aristocratic families to go on a blind date. Our great and handsome young marquis
Why are you here alone?"
"You can only take one scoop out of a drowning of three thousand. How can these vulgar powders compare to you, Sister Su?"
"Why are you so sweet?" Su Zhiyu reached out and took the wine glass in his hand, "Today is the Chinese New Year, let's have a drink." After saying that, he raised his head and poured the wine down his throat.
Rong Yin quickly took the wine from Su Zhiyu's hand and said angrily, "This pot of wine is good. You don't want to burn the harp and boil the crane."
Su Zhiyu curled his lips and said, "Stingy."
"It's not that I'm stingy. If it's normal, I wouldn't be afraid if you were drunk. But now that you have a child in your belly, you need to be more careful."
"If you don't drink and there's no beautiful scenery to enjoy, why don't you just sit here?"
Rong Yin laughed and suddenly flew up to the beam. After a moment, he took down a piano, which was the one that Su Zhiyu had snatched away and returned.