Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 497 [Shallow Shame] It turns out that the palace is about the same size

"I understand, in Xuan'an, you are Xiao Qian."

If she were the princess of Jiuxia, her identity would be complicated in the future. He was relieved that she thought of this first.

The so-called reception banquet, to put it bluntly, means a gathering of officials, or Dugu Shang's return is just an excuse, the emperor set up the luncheon in the imperial garden, and the court ministers who came one after another also gathered in twos and threes.

Each of them is wooing, and they suddenly form a party.

It's just that with the cover-up of those family members, it looks like a peaceful scene on the whole.

Dugu Shang and Qian Xia naturally attracted a lot of attention when they came, and the first thing that attracted people was the beauty of the two of them.

The officials' daughters gathered together, and a pair of eyes of admiration, curiosity, or envy danced along with it.

The wives raised their heads and looked at the prince who had been sent to a neighboring country for six years.

And those ministers were judging in their hearts whether the sixth prince would get the emperor's attention when he returned.

After all, the prince has not yet been established.

The assassination of the third prince a year ago seemed to make the emperor think about something, but he didn't even mention the matter of establishing the crown prince.

The emperor has many sons, but the most powerful one is the second prince Dugulie.

Of course, more than half of the courtiers in the court focused on the second prince, but some remained neutral. Until the end, no one knew the real outcome.

"It turns out that the palaces are about the same size."

Qian Xia appeared holding Dugu Shang's arm. This is a customary etiquette for attending banquets in modern times. She looked around, and the imperial garden was not much different from Feng Qiguo.

She still remembered that year, the emperor of Fengguo painted the dancing concubine in the imperial garden.

She looks so much like her mother, but in the final analysis, she is just a substitute. The emperor and queen forced her mother into the mausoleum together, but he still misses her.

It's ironic to say that my mother only had a slight hatred for him, or even the hatred disappeared.

She was thinking too far, tripped, stepped on the corner of the skirt and almost fell, Dugu Shang had already reached out to support her waist.

"What are you thinking about?"

His voice sounded low in her ear, unable to reveal any emotion.

(End of this chapter)