My husband is a traitor

Chapter 357 Diplomatic Relations, Confidential Letters

The next day, the palace banquet.

Rong Jue brought Jiang Linlang to the banquet.

When they arrived, the emperor, empress and Gu Mingzhu hadn't arrived yet.

Looking around, there are very few people, but it is obvious that there are more guards in the palace.Jiang Linlang was a little inexplicably nervous, she grabbed one of Rong Jue's sleeves and tightened it.

Aware of her nervousness, Rong Jue raised his hand, patted the back of her hand lightly, slightly parted his lips, and said softly, "Don't worry."

Everything was planned, Jiang Linlang understood his eyes, but she couldn't bet on the variable Gu Mingzhu.

After searching around in the crowd, Qi Rui and Wen Rensheng were not found. Jiang Linlang's brows frowned slightly, and then she was brought back to her thoughts by the supervisor's voice.

The emperor and empress attended together.Gu Mingzhu then walked out.

Dressed brightly like a scourge.After attracting enough attention, he sat down proudly and calmly.

During this period, his gaze swept over Jiang Linlang's face, and he raised his eyebrows and curled his lips in a silent sneer full of malice and deep meaning.

Jiang Linlang looked away blankly, as if she didn't see it.

Gu Mingzhu wore a palace dress with black flowers on a white background. She wore such an extreme color, but she gave it a gorgeous and enchanting taste. It can be seen how outstanding this face and temperament are.

However, Gu Mingzhu didn't care about the gazes that fell on her body from time to time. She moved her gaze upwards, and when she landed on the face of the empress with a bad complexion, her pupils flickered slightly.

The emperor's complexion was very good, he didn't look like he was seriously ill a few days ago, but the empress beside him seemed to have lost a lot of weight.Many people thought of Gu Shengchang, the Duke of the Protectorate who was beheaded a few days ago, and they understood it.

If Gu Mingzhu knew their conjecture, she would probably sneer on the spot.

"Sit down." The emperor was probably in a good mood, and raised his hand with a smile, calling for the princes and ministers to sit down.

Everyone sat down as promised, and then, the dancer went to the hall to perform dance.

Jiang Linlang noticed that most of these dancers were women from other regions.

She subconsciously looked at Gu Mingzhu who seemed to be enjoying singing and dancing diagonally opposite, raised her hand, and tapped her forehead.

After a dance.

"Your Majesty, this is my dancer from the Southern Kingdom. Although Mingzhu is already the concubine of the Southern Kingdom, your majesty and empress treat Mingzhu more than heaven—" the dancer stood on both sides, and Gu Mingzhu walked into the hall, her voice raised, and a smile appeared on her lips Charming Tiancheng, "Specially present dances and treasures for His Majesty and Empress. The Pearl grew up in the Northern Kingdom, and is now a member of the Southern Royal Family. As the bond of diplomatic relations between the two countries, it is obligatory to act as an envoy for the reconciliation between the two countries."

These words, the cadence of the speech, most people are amazed.

The emperor was already old, and he was not in a war with each other. Seeing that Gu Mingzhu had become the concubine of the South, he still saluted and even expressed his loyalty to him.He nodded happily, stood up and clapped his hands in applause.

"Okay! Mingzhu, I and your aunt have loved you for nothing. Come, give wine to the princess!"

The supervisor personally carried the imperial wine down the steps, and presented it to Gu Mingzhu with both hands.

Gu Mingzhu took it humbly and gracefully, raised her hand, and turned around again, "Your Majesty, Aunt, and ministers of the Northern Kingdom, I respect you for this glass of wine! May the Northern Kingdom and the Southern Kingdom live in harmony and prosper for generations to come!"

Her voice is high and clear, with unparalleled persuasiveness.

As soon as the words fell, those dancers from the southern country gracefully stepped forward to pour wine for everyone.

They were dressed in thin and cool clothes, and many princes and ministers stared at places they shouldn't look at in a somewhat irregular manner.

The emperor took the wine offered by the supervisor and raised his glass with a smile. He took the lead, and no matter what the rest of the people thought about Gu Mingzhu's words and actions, they all had to stand up and drink together for this so-called declaration of diplomatic relations.

Rong Jue got up Shi Shiran, glanced coldly at the arm of the dancing girl's snowy lotus root, took the wine expressionlessly, and stood up with Jiang Linlang.

The empress in the seat had a bad complexion. When Gu Mingzhu spoke, she just lowered her eyes slightly, listening gently and quietly.

But when the wine glass was handed to her, her fingers trembled slightly, and then she took it.

Holding the wine glass, Gu Mingzhu took the lead and drank it all in one gulp.

But his gaze never left Rong Jue and Jiang Linlang's husband and wife.

Seeing them raising their hands without pretense, their wide sleeves covering their gestures, she narrowed her eyes, and Rong Jue and Jiang Linlang tilted their necks slightly and made a drinking gesture without hesitation.

She gave a sign to the maid on the side, and the maid immediately held the jug, pretending to add more wine, wandered around, her eyes fell on the empty wine glasses that Rong Jue and Jiang Linlang put down at the same time, turned her head slightly, and remained calm He nodded towards Gu Mingzhu.

The corners of Gu Mingzhu's lips twitched, her wrists were slightly twisted, and she beautifully showed the empty wine cup to everyone.

Afterwards, everyone sat down again, and the singing and dancing continued.

Jiang Linlang glanced at the hourglass in the main hall, and slightly pursed the corners of her mouth.

Rong Jue on one side raised his hand slightly, grabbed one of her hands that were slightly closed due to nervousness, and gently stroked her fingertips, as if playing with her hand.

In fact, his fingers calmly tapped her fingertips, giving her comfort and hints.

- Don't worry.

"Your Majesty! The general guarding the city found two secret letters from a southern soldier who disguised himself and rode into the city to deliver the letter!"

The door of the hall suddenly opened, Wen Rensheng was wearing armor, with a sword hanging around his waist, as if he had just rushed back from the barracks, came in panting, and reported loudly.

Southland, secret letter?
Could it be that everyone looked at Gu Mingzhu who had just sat down and smiled before she had time to put it away.

The smile on the corner of Gu Mingzhu's mouth froze slightly, and she glanced at Rong Jue, who had always been indifferent, but now she gave her a gift-like glance, the corners of her eyes were slightly hooked, with a slight sneer and sneer.

She gritted her silver teeth slightly, but she didn't lose her footing. In other words, she had expected what the two of them would do at the palace banquet.

The emperor's complexion changed slightly, and he also looked down at Gu Mingzhu with some confusion. He still had some trust in Wen Rencheng, not to mention that he had already announced it in public.

It was already impossible to deal with it privately. Looking at the curious and suspicious eyes around him, the emperor said to Wenren Sheng in a bad tone, "Aiqing is late—what secret letter, please submit it."

Wen Rensheng did not explain his late arrival, but submitted the secret letter to the supervisor——

"Has General Wenren checked it?" Rong Jue preemptively spoke out before the chief supervisor touched the secret letter, as if it was just a daily question.

Wen Rencheng lowered his head and looked at the secret letter, so he ignored the superintendent's hand, and he directly tore open the envelope with a strong hand, and the pages of eloquent letters inside were scattered all over the floor...

Rong Jue turned his hand slightly in one direction, and a light gust of wind hit the ground, scattering the papers everywhere.

(End of this chapter)