Chapter 533 The Banquet (IV)

Weisheng Junyan took the hand of Qilian Qingyi, walked to the main seat of the host and sat down. Looking at the ministers, he waved his hand and said, "Get up!"

Qingyan saw the familiar figure at a glance. It seemed that everything that had happened in that year seemed to be still vivid in her mind, so she had to clench her fists tightly.

'Weisheng Junyan, you wanted me to die, but Yanwang refused to take me in. That's why I'm back now.

I am going to kill you and Qilian Qingyi this time.'

"Yanyan, don't be so excited." Looking at Qingyan, Jingxuan said seriously, "Or you will let the cat out of the bag."

Qingyan shook her head, signaling that Jingxuan didn't have to worry about that. Besides, she had slept with Weisheng Junyan together for more than ten years, so she knew very well about him.

Weisheng Junyan wouldn't have any doubt at all. In the past, Qilian Qingyan had helped him with court affairs, while later it was Qilian Qingyi who had helped him. However, now she was replaced by Yvning.

While thinking of that, Qingyan once again looked at Weisheng Junyan, who was sitting on the host seat.

When Weisheng Junyan was speaking, he felt someone was looking at him, but when he looked at it, he found nothing, as if the eyesight was not non-existent.

The glance made him feel panic, as if he had seen the deceased empress.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Looking at Weisheng Junyan, Qilian Qingyi asked with concern, "did you feel something?"

Hearing what Qilian Qingyi said, Weisheng Junyan shook his head, "don't worry. Nothing happened."

While listening to Weisheng Junyan's words, Qilian Qingyi turned her eyes to Yvning, who had been playing the pigeon egg in her hand.

"Yvning, it is said that the banquet is to welcome the envoy of the Donghe Kingdom. Why not let us meet this envoy?" Looking at Yvning, Qilian Qingyi smiled.

Qingyi with a smile.

"Fantastic! I'm glad." Weisheng Junyan spoke with a smile while looking at Ning Mengyi. Then he looked at Yvning, who was sitting at the side of the table, but the expression on Yvning's face stung him.

If Qilian Qingyan wasn't dead, perhaps he could arrange a marriage for Yvning and Ning Mengyi. But now, the only feeling Yvning had for Ning Mengyi was only hatred now.

"Yvning, how do you like the dance?" As soon as Weisheng Junyan finished saying that, he turned his eyes to Yvning.

"I don't know." Yvning played with the pigeon egg and said, "I think you might consider making her your concubine if you like her."

After hearing that, Weisheng Junyan frowned while Ning Mengyi held the handkerchief in her hand tightly.

'Is he so dismissive about her?'

"Your Highness, don't you like my performance?" Ning Mengyi looked at Yvning and said with a smile, "I wonder what kind of girl your highness likes. Since you like that ugly woman so much, why don't you let her perform in front of us? If she can perform better than me, I will give up."

When Yvning heard her words, he was enraged. He stood up, walked up to her, grabbed her neck and threw her out. "Who are you to judge her?" he said in a deep voice.