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Returning from the racetrack, Song Qingyu was exhausted. Seeing that it was already noon, he left immediately. As he left the racetrack, he saw that on both sides of him were green pine trees with lush branches and green leaves. It was just that it was a bit cold.

Song Qingyu suddenly thought of the red plums planted outside the yard and thought lightly, "I have to go back and grow them myself when I get back."

Song Qingyu was in a good mood for such a casual event.

Song Qingyu continued to move forward, and a carriage was parked outside.

A mama stood outside the carriage. The mama pulled open the carriage's curtain and respectfully looked at Song Qingyu, "Miss Song, Imperial Concubine Chen would like to invite you to discuss a matter with him."

A matter to be discussed? Hearing this, Song Qing and Yu smiled.

Song Qingyu had never liked the entrance of the Palace. This time, the nanny invited her into a room and entered through the door. Inside was a warm and cozy room, with a nice smell of incense.

"This humble girl pays respects to Imperial Concubine Chen."

Chen Fei calmly and elegantly sat on top as she sized up Song Qingyu. This was the second time she saw Song Qingyu. From Song Qingyu's eyes, she could see that he was neither humble nor arrogant.

A country girl shouldn't have such beautiful features. This kind of gaze and aura simply didn't belong to her.

Chen Fei silently cursed as her gaze turned cold. She wanted to teach this arrogant Song Qingyu, who had gone against her so many times, a lesson. However, she resisted the engagement.

"Get up. It's not the first time we've been together. I will not beat around the bush with you. I heard that tonight the Emperor will personally mention your engagement with Yu-er. What do you think of it? "

Song Qingyu's gaze was faint, as if he did not see the threat in Chen Fei's eyes. "Could it be that I can refuse the emperor's words?"

"You!" Naturally, Chen Fei didn't dare let her reject him. Besides, what qualifications did this commoner have to reject her son?

"What I mean is that you should know your status and identity. "Before the banquet, we should go and explain things to the Emperor." "You should know that Yu'er is my son. If you offend me, even if you marry into the palace, it would just be a false reputation. In the palace, I can effortlessly destroy you. "

Song Qingyu smiled gently. Could it be that it would be useful to flatter Chen Fei?

"This humble girl knows."

Hearing this, Chen Fei's gaze slightly slowed down as she advised Song Qingyu, "Actually, even if you wholeheartedly want to marry Yu-er, you still have to think for Yu-er's future. I might as well just say that your second sister has the backing of Zhenguo. "If you have the help of Yu'er, then in the future, your future will be bright and magnificent. How can you be afraid of being unable to make a name for yourself?"

Song Qingyu's brows creased slightly, as if he was really considering something for Zuo Linyu.

Chen Fei was overjoyed and continued, "I am not opposed to you, but I hope you can consider it carefully. If you don't want to be a side room. "I can take a step back and let you become Yu'er's fiancée."

Chen thought, a straight wife should be the biggest temptation for Song Qingyu, Song Qingyu had no reason not to agree.

Song Qingyu's beautiful eyes masked the sneer she was giving Consort Chen. Not to mention that King Yu was only a prince right now, even if he was a powerful Prince Yu from the imperial court, or someone of a higher status.

Song Qingyu did not even want to look at him.

Seemingly struggling for a while, Song Qingyu suddenly lowered his head and replied weakly: "Is what Imperial Concubine Chen said true?"

Chen Fei was elated. She contentedly fiddled with the jade inlaid armor, regaining her noble demeanor. "I am not lying when I speak. As long as you go and mention it to the Emperor, of course you won't say that it was me if you were so smart. As long as you persuade the emperor, this joyous event will be confirmed, and I will not treat you unfairly. Furthermore, that person is your sister, you don't want anyone else to take advantage of him, right? "

Song Qingyu's eyes flashed with cunning, he looked up and recovered his clarity: "Imperial Concubine Chen is right."

Consort Chen relaxed her brows, making Song Qingyu feel completely lost. She continued to speak kindly: "I will prepare a tea delivery opportunity for you to pay your respects to the Emperor. I hope you will be cautious for Yu'er and for your future."

"Yes."

As night fell, fireworks were set off in all directions. The lanterns within the palace were lit up, and in an instant, due to the daylight, the brilliant light shone through the entire imperial palace. At this moment, the most bustling place was the Cheng Yuan Palace.

It was a huge palace, and was extremely luxurious. Bejewelled jade and jade were dazzling to the eyes. The palace was illuminated one by one by the green, glazed, and coiling horned lamps.

The royal family, the civil and military officials, as well as the women were all present. They exchanged pleasantries and talked about family and country matters.

Zuo Linyi changed into his court uniform. A trace of weariness and unconcern flashed between his brows. It attracted the gazes of countless women. He wanted to stir up some trouble so that he could pay attention to the situation.

Zuo Linyu and Prince Ming sat across from each other, negotiating.

Zuo Linyu was calm and composed, while Zuo Linyi was elegant and unrestrained. The place that was the most dazzling was undoubtedly the place where Zuo Liyu and Zuo Lianyi stood close to each other.

Song Yiyan was sitting on the seat next to Song Zhentian. She looked at him silently, feeling a little excited. However, he could not help but resent Song Qingyu. He then looked around and did not see Song Qingyu for a long time.

Seeing what Song Yiyan was looking for, Mu Pei'er, who was sitting at the back, asked softly, "Sister Yan, what are you looking for?"

When Song Yiyan heard the sound, she turned her head and saw that it was Mu Pei'er who was beaten up that day. She clearly remembered that there was a grudge between her and Song Qing Yu. And then his gaze moved and he said softly, "I'm just curious why elder sister hasn't arrived yet." The palace banquet will soon begin. "

Mu Pei'er noticed the empty seat beside Song Yiyan. The rules of the palace banquet were that not only the officials, but also the female servants were required to take their seats early in the morning and were specially recruited by the palace maids.

Mu Pei'er saw the empty seat beside Song Yiyan. It had been left for Song Qingyu. He felt jealousy and hatred in his heart. Two rows of tables in front of the officials, and two or three rows of tables for the important women. Mu Pei'er was not convinced that Song Qingyu was able to sit in front of her.

However, because of the palace banquet, Song Qingyu arrived late again. Mu Pei'er thought for a moment, and the corners of her mouth raised. She suddenly moved to an empty seat and sat down, "Your majesty, the empress, they're all coming. How dare she be late? Don't worry about her. Moreover, she has no right to attend the Emperor's banquet. "

Song Yi Yan pretended to be shocked and reminded softly, "Pi Er, this is inappropriate."

With a cold snort, Mu Pei'er pointed at the lower part of the body and said, "Isn't that for her? With these two seats so close together, and the ladies bringing her here, she will not be suspicious. "

"But …" "What if …"

"It's nothing. When she comes, she will naturally find a place to sit." If you are not satisfied, this is a palace banquet and she does not dare to argue with me, so she can only accept it obediently. "

As Mu Pei'er spoke, she steadied herself and sat down. At the same time, Song Qingyu had already been led in from the back of the hall. "She was dressed in a colorful brocade cloak of pure snow embroidered with multicolored clouds, and wore a red satin brocade dress. She wore a demure and elegant bun, and on top of the bun was adorned a hollowed-out golden step that added a touch of nobility.