Chapter 26
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the banquet, and then they suddenly sounded like thunder in spring, causing an uproar among the people.
Song Ling, who was sitting on one side, had a cold look in her eyes and put the tea cup on the table with a muffled voice and water marks on the table.
Sang Yihuan suddenly raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Xie Qingyan's equally surprised look, and couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling.
The gorgeous clothes, the exquisite makeup, the important events mentioned by the maid, all became clear, and the emperor's betrothal grandmother knew about it.
Why? Whether it was the grandmother and the emperor who had discussed it before, or it was the emperor's wish that the two reached a consensus.
"Qingyan, Yihuan, come."
Xie Feichen narrowed his eyes and waved to the two of them, looking kind and kind, as if they were not a married couple but a married couple.
The two looked at each other, Sang Yihuan stood there, her brother on the side poked her with his elbow, and whispered: "Ruyi, why don't you move, why are you so happy?"
Sang Yihuan twitched the corner of her mouth, not to give up. Are you happy that you are losing your composure? She just wanted to know how many things Xie Qingyan, who was originally obsessed with him, had done to make her impression so deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked towards the palace step by step. She inadvertently glanced at Xie Cha, a young man in white clothes with black hair and a handsome figure. He looked thousands of years old at just one glance.
She looked away without trace, her thoughts turning and her heart confused.
She didn't want to marry Xie Qingyan, but it might be a good thing to get married, so that she could always remind herself that there was no possibility for her and Xie Chao.
With a focused expression, she stepped onto the ground covered with embroidery patterns without stopping.
She passed many people, intentionally or unintentionally. She blocked out the noisy sounds during the journey and walked step by step towards the center of the hall.
There was no looking back, and the distance between him and Xie Chao kept getting bigger and longer.
Xie Chao sat at the table without moving his eyes. Even when His Majesty announced his voice, he did not discuss the matter like everyone else. He just stiffened and soon returned to normal.
Sitting quietly, like a stone sculpture that has been sitting for thousands of years, neither happy nor angry, angry or resentful.
He raised his wrist to drink tea, and moved his gaze upwards. His eyes met the girl with a careful posture and a straight waist. Her hair fell just right on the nape of her neck, and her skin was as white as jade. Her narrow waist was wrapped in clothes. Yingying grasped it.
Although there was no joy in her eyes, she was extremely determined. With flying clouds on her temples and a brocade dress on her body, she looked more like a married lady than a disciple of the Changxu Sect.
No wonder, there is a reason for being so dressed up to attend.
Xie Cha's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked away, raising a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. He rubbed the wine glass with his slender white skin, and the slightly cold wall of the glass was suddenly tightened.
He raised his head, and the wine entered his throat. The slightly spicy pain stimulated his nerves, and his face was half-dark, making it difficult to see clearly.
