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"Did you arrange this program?"
The Crown Prince, despite being somewhat foolish, sensed the Xuande Emperor's dissatisfaction with the event. "I did give the order, but it was the servants who executed it. They must have misunderstood my intentions and upset Father. I will have them stop it right away."
"What did you originally mean?"
"I just wanted to make Father happy."
"Happy? It seems more like you're the one enjoying it. The Entire Court of Civil and Military Officials, even the common folk outside the palace, none are as engrossed as you are."
Those outside who called for the program to be halted spoke in hushed tones. The Xuande Emperor waved his hand impatiently after hearing just a few words; he didn't need to hear everything to guess what this fool was thinking.
Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "You dare present a beauty in this setting?!"
The Crown Prince was so frightened by this tone that he knelt down. "Father, it's not what you think! I presented the Pharmacist Girl. She has only consumed precious medicinal herbs since childhood and has soaked in medicinal baths for years. She is truly effective for nurturing one's health. I swear, this is all out of filial piety!"
Upon hearing this, the Xuande Emperor's expression turned strange. Regardless of whether it was effective or not, even if it stemmed from filial piety, there were appropriate occasions for such things. Could he not discreetly send her as a gift?
The Xuande Emperor saw through his eldest son's intentions; it was merely a grand display of his supposed filial piety.
Not wanting to continue scolding his son in front of everyone in the hall, the Xuande Emperor shouted angrily, "Get out! Go reflect on your actions behind closed doors!"
Once the Crown Prince was taken away by the Dragon Guard, some perceptive officials exchanged a few jokes to lighten the atmosphere, and the banquet continued.
Sang Qingxiao secretly stifled two yawns and whispered to Qi Xiaomian, "Do you think your uncle will actually use that girl?"
Qi Xiaomian pondered for a moment before replying, "It's hard to say; Cai Zhuo should advise him against it."
Then he asked again, "Could this be another one of your uncle's schemes?"
Sang Qingxiao frowned. "It doesn't seem like it. It's too blatant—a beauty ploy that's rather crude and lacks finesse. Even I look down on it; how could he not?"
"Perhaps he's been locked away for too long and has twisted thoughts?"
Sang Qingxiao shook his head again. Even if he were in a deep abyss, he would remember his Sang Family identity and wouldn't do anything to disgrace them. Sending a woman as flattery or seduction was simply unacceptable.
Understanding Sang Qingxiao's meaning, Qi Xiaomian chose not to discuss it further. "If you want to sleep, go ahead; I'll cover for you."
"It's fine; just take a few naps. Once you're past the drowsiness, it'll be better." Meanwhile, the common folk outside were so excited they had forgotten themselves. Initially reserved, they had already drunk several rounds and still remembered to ask for more wine and dishes.
Qi Xiaomian sighed as well. "This grand performance happens only once in a lifetime. After today, everything will return to its rightful place; it's all just a dream."
"Don't drink anymore; today's dishes are quite good and similar to what you made. Eat more."
Qi Xiaomian served food to Sang Qingxiao, who wrinkled her nose and sniffed each dish before deciding what to eat.
"What’s wrong? Is there something with the food?"
"No, it’s just that I seem to smell a hint of blood, mixed with a bit of a rotten odor."
Qi Xiaomian put down her chopsticks and carefully tried to identify the source. It seemed to be coming from outside the hall.
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