Before Mu Ci finished speaking, Yingchun couldn't wait to break the story: "Master didn't have a sprained foot just now."
Hearing this, Dugu Liancheng stared at Mu Ci and his expression turned cold: "I will send you back to rest."
"No. You are the emperor, and if you just leave like this, where will you leave everyone? Although I don't have a sprained foot, I'm not feeling unwell either, so don't worry. So be it, I'll sit where you can see..."
Mu Ci lowered his voice as he spoke.
There were many people around who listened carefully and heard that when Mu Ci spoke to the emperor, he always talked about you and you, and even called himself me.
How can ordinary concubines dare to be so indifferent to the emperor? So, this beauty admirer is basically the queen mother, and that’s why the emperor is so worried about her, right?
The hearts of everyone present were as clear as a mirror, and they all began to believe that the eldest prince's words that day were not groundless.
Dugu Liancheng pondered for a moment and then said, "Are you sure you're fine?"
"Of course." Mu Ci replied firmly.
Dugu Liancheng nodded slightly and walked towards the dragon throne. But after walking a few steps, he turned back to Mu Ci and took her slender hand: "That's it, you can sit with me."
Mu Ci made a difficult statement: "This is inappropriate. I have a low status and cannot sit at the same table with you."
"If I say it's okay, it's okay. Who dares to say it's not mine?" Dugu Liancheng increased his strength and dragged Mu Ci towards the main seat.
Mu Ci passively followed him until he forced her to sit next to him...
Seeing this scene, Sizhu and Yingchun suddenly realized something.
"I just realized that the empress was not joking that day." Yingchun sighed after a while.
Not long ago, the empress asked if there was any way she could take An Rong's place at the New Year's Eve banquet. The empress only mentioned it once, and none of them took it to heart.
Only today did they know that the empress had a way. This was how the empress wanted to tell Concubine An that in the harem, climbing high did not mean she was the winner.
No, Mu Meiren gave An Guifei a slap in the face in public.
Concubine An was well-known in the harem, even among the public. She was only one step away from the position of queen. Everyone thought that it was natural for An Rong to take the position in the middle palace.
Who could have expected that Mu Ci would appear halfway?
"Yes, there is nothing that the Queen wants to do that cannot be done." Sizhu was also very emotional, and she suddenly felt a little sympathy for Concubine An.
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but whisper when they saw the emperor and Mu Mei sitting together. Everyone wanted to know what would happen if the imperial concubine arrived later and saw that Mu Ci had taken the place that should belong to them.
Such wonderful expressions appeared, and they couldn't wait.
Under everyone's expectation, An Rong arrived as scheduled.
She was dressed up to attend the ceremony today, wearing a red-pink, purple, and golden peony embroidered satin cross-collared long coat. She wore an upturned bun with a nine-beaded gold rocker, giving her a rare sense of nobility.
Originally, she wanted to kill Mu Ci's vigor today, so that Mu Ci could see clearly the current situation in the harem, and she also wanted to force Mu Ci to panic, so that Mu Ci could not hold back his anger and take action first.
She made adequate preparations, but as soon as she entered the venue, she noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere.
When she followed the strange looks in everyone's eyes and found that the emperor's position that should belong to her was occupied by Mu Ci, her pupils tightened.
how so?
Although the emperor doted on Mu Ci, he would not embarrass her at a venue like the New Year's Eve banquet. How could the emperor be so obsessed with ghosts that he let Mu Ci sit next to him?
Zhitao also saw this scene and turned pale with anger: "Is the emperor possessed by evil spirits?"
"Shut up!" An Rong lowered her face and scolded in a low voice.
It was a crime of great disrespect for others to hear these words, and Zhitao became increasingly erratic in his actions and words.
Zhitao also knew that she had said the wrong thing. She quickly lowered her head and did not dare to say anything again.
An Rong looked at the aloof emperor, her fingers were cold, but not as cold as her heart.
Where did the emperor's actions today put her?
Mu Ci took her seat, so where should she sit?
She is a concubine personally named by the emperor, so why should she sit next to a beauty like Mu Ci?
There are not only many concubines in the harem present tonight, but also many court officials and many wives. Her humiliation tonight will soon be widely known.
An Rong could feel the strange looks everyone was looking at her. Some were sympathetic, some were pitiful, and some were laughing at her. There were people of every type.
Everyone who has been suppressed by her in the past two years will definitely feel that Mu Ci has avenged them today, which makes them feel very happy, right?
But they never thought that if Mu Ci could defeat her today, he would have the opportunity to defeat everyone in the harem in the future. These are all stupid women with long hair and short knowledge.
"My Majesty, there is no need to worry. Since Mu Meiren dares to sit in your seat tonight, she will have to bear a certain amount of pressure tomorrow. Mu Meiren is too eager to advance. Even if she enjoys a moment of glory tonight, she will not get any benefit from her in the future.
" Platycodon took a step forward and whispered to An Rong.
An Rong's eyebrows twitched, and she felt that what Kikyo said made sense.
If Mu Ci sits in her position, she will only be dishonest. There are so many public officials present who will definitely make speeches to the emperor. At that time, Mu Ci will have to bear greater pressure from her.
Since Mu Ci wanted to fight, she would just let him.
She glanced at Platycodon approvingly, then gracefully took a seat at the lower end in front of the emperor.
As soon as she sat down, she heard someone whispering, all of which were saying that she had been usurped by Mu Ci and was still sitting next to Mu Ci. How could she, the noble concubine, be wronged?
Her posture was calm and unaffected by these gossips.
When a Yanguan surnamed Xu who was on good terms with Duke Anguo saw this scene, he couldn't wait to stand up and say to the emperor: "I would like to inform the emperor that I admire the beauty and am not suitable to sit next to the emperor."
No matter how favored you are, you must have a certain degree of restraint, otherwise it will only attract gossip and damage the emperor's reputation.
"Today's situation is special. Mu Mei is not feeling well, so I have to keep a close eye on her to feel at ease." Dugu Liancheng didn't want to say any more and glanced at Li Yu.
Li Yu understood and saw that the time was almost up, so he came on stage with the song and dance prepared by Si Lesi.
Mr. Xu wanted to say something else, but the emperor didn't give him a chance, so he could only sit back in his seat angrily.
Mu Ci's attention was not on An Rong. Although she wanted to suppress An Rong's morale, her biggest wish tonight was to meet Mrs. Rong Guo.
Dugu Liancheng also said that he would invite Mrs. Rong Guo to attend the New Year's Eve banquet tonight.
I just waited and waited, and waited and waited, but halfway through the banquet, Mrs. Rongguo did not show up. It was Li Yu who asked someone to ask carefully, and then I found out that Mrs. Rongguo was old and was not used to attending such banquets, so she did not enter the palace.
