After the fall of the country, the crown princess was spoiled by the new emperor

Chapter 173 The secret battle without gunpowder is about to begin
"Well, indeed." Wen Xiao was very satisfied with her cooperation: "Xiaoyuan is young, I'm afraid she can't take care of it, and you will help her organize the New Year's Eve banquet together, so don't make any mistakes."

Shen Huaijiao didn't look at Xu Yan's face at all, and readily agreed: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Xu Xiaoyuan."

"Your Majesty." Xu Yan's face turned pale slightly: "Miss Jieyi has just recovered from her illness, so I'm afraid she won't be too tired."

She really didn't want Shen Huaijiao to interfere.

What an honor and trust it is to take care of the harem. If it can be done well, it will win a good name outside and be respected by Wen Xiao inside.

Shen Huaijiao's position is higher than hers, she said she was helping, but in fact she was making decisions on her behalf.

She couldn't get past Shen Huaijiao to make her own decision.

"Don't worry Xiaoyuan, I've recovered." Naturally, Shen Huaijiao would not give her a chance to squeeze herself out.

Xu Yan forced a smile: "I am also worried about my mother."

The atmosphere between the two of them was not right, Wen Xiao could tell, but he didn't bother to care.

The previous dynasty was busy with government affairs, which was enough for him to devote himself to it, but he really didn't bother to care about the secret fight between the young girls in the harem.

Unless Jiang Ronghe is involved.

"I don't know who will attend this New Year's Eve banquet?" Shen Huaijiao immediately became concerned.

Xu Yan glanced at her unwillingly, and also waited for Wen Xiao to speak.

"Turn back, I will ask someone to give you the list." He didn't want to say more now.

Shen Huaijiao stopped asking, and sat down quietly drinking Laba porridge.

"Crack" A court lady accidentally smashed a teacup.

Jiang Ronghe was shocked, his face turned pale immediately, his hand holding the spoon shook, and the hot porridge spilled out directly.

"Your Majesty." Lin Xiang hurriedly wiped off the hot porridge splashed on her hand with a handkerchief, but the back of her white hand was still hot.

Wen Xiao stretched out his hand to hold her, looked over with gloomy eyes, Wang Chun immediately scolded in a low voice: "What's going on?"

"The emperor spares my life." The little maid was terrified, she jumped out and knelt on the ground: "I didn't do it on purpose, the emperor spares my life, my majesty spares my life."

Wen Xiao was a little annoyed: "Clumsy, pull it out and slap your mouth twenty times."

"Your Majesty." Jiang Ronghe hurriedly stopped him: "It's just a teacup, it's okay, I just didn't care myself."

Wen Xiao glanced at the back of her hot red hand: "Be more careful in the future."

"Thank you soon." Wang Chun immediately reminded the maid, and the maid thanked her in a panic, and almost crawled out with her legs limp.

Shen Huaijiao at the side looked at Jiang Ronghe carefully, but it was too exaggerated to make her pale from fright just by dropping a teacup.

In a blink of an eye, Xu Yan looked at it more seriously than her, and clearly saw something wrong in her straight eyes.

"Your Majesty, you're burnt." Xia Ningran didn't bury her head in eating anymore, but had a nervous and distressed expression on her face.

Yang Yingying even ran over directly: "Hurry up and wrap a bag of snow in a handkerchief."

"Nothing." Jiang Ronghe smiled: "Don't worry."

The maid beside her immediately came in with snow wrapped in a handkerchief.

"It's really fine." Jiang Ronghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sit down quickly."

Only then did Yang Yingying obediently go back and sit down, but everyone was in no mood to eat.

After the small banquet was over, Yang Yingying and Xia Ningran came over and said a few words before leaving. Jiang Ronghe didn't want to take the sedan chair, so Lin Xiang walked back slowly with an umbrella.

"It's still a little red." Lin Xiang covered her hands with a handkerchief, feeling a little distressed: "I'll just wipe it off with a plaster when I go back."

(End of this chapter)