The prince doesn't want to get married

Chapter 87 Dinner Party (1)

　　Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day came when Qi and Mo hosted a dinner for Jiang Xiyao.

　　On this day, everywhere in the capital was filled with a festive atmosphere. With Qi Yumo's palace as the center, on the winding roads around, there was an endless stream of people, and there were countless people carrying sedan chairs. For a time, there was a traffic jam on the road, and people were struggling to move forward in their own direction, shoulder to shoulder, or against the crowd.

　　The whole palace was even more busy. The servants and maids all wished they could have two more legs. They were busy going in and out, serving tea and water, receiving gifts and inviting guests. These were all the most commonplace activities. thing.

　　As the owner of the palace, Qi Yumo was naturally very busy. Since early morning, she had been waiting for everyone at the entrance of the palace early. At the beginning, I could still have some genuine smiles on my face, and I could laugh and chat with the visitors.

　　But as the time got closer and closer to noon, more and more people came. Sometimes the next person would arrive before she even said a word or two to the previous person, and sometimes a group of people would arrive together. Qi and Mo didn't care about what was going on. They could only nod politely to the group of people with faces that had already frozen in laughter, and said a few casual words before sending everyone into the palace.

　　The sun is gradually rising, and the temperature is getting a little warmer. Qi Yumo's forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and he and Jiang Xiyao stood at the door waiting for the arrival of the next group of officials.

　　Taking advantage of this gap, Qi and Mo could finally take a short break. She turned to look at Jiang Xiyao, who had been smiling slightly since the beginning, but now his face was not stiff at all. She took a deep breath and said feebly: "Xiyao, if you feel tired, go and take a rest. Yes, it's good to have me here."

　　Although Jiang Xiyao was always smiling, the faint smile did not penetrate deep into her eyes. Now that she heard Qi and Mo's caring words, the smile on her face became a little warmer. Turning her eyes slightly, Jiang Xiyao saw the fine beads of sweat on Qi Yumo's forehead.

　　Qi and Mo looked at Jiang Xiyao who had been staring at his forehead but not paying attention to her. A trace of doubt flashed in their eyes. Why was he staring at her forehead like this? Could it be that there was something dirty on her forehead.

　　A flash of embarrassment quickly flashed across Qi Yumo's face. If there was something dirty on her face, wouldn't all the guests she had welcomed see it?

　　Thinking like this, Qi and Mo raised their hands to touch their foreheads. Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes subconsciously, but a soft and silky gauze fell on my forehead...

　　Feeling the cool and gentle touch on his forehead, Qi Yumo slightly opened his eyes, and when he opened them, he saw Jiang Xiyao's gentle and focused expression.

　　Perhaps because of the dinner party, Jiang Xiyao put on some makeup today, making her already exquisitely carved facial features look like the most perfect handicraft in the world. Wearing a white dress, she looks even more cold and pure. Her temperament is distant and indifferent, as if she is an otherworldly fairy. Every move she makes attracts people's attention.

　　Qi and Mo were slightly startled, but then they realized that Jiang Xiyao was wiping the sweat from her forehead, but now they are still standing at the door of the house! What if others look at it?

　　Qi Yumo's face turned red, and she glanced at the street at the door guiltily. Just this glance really made her freeze.

　　I saw a red sedan parked far away from the entrance of the palace.