SFS Chapter 374 The conspiracy is in progress (1)
Chapter 374 The conspiracy is in progress (1)
Murong Shileng was the first to react. He was surprisingly impressed by the maid beside Yu Qingli. Although she was of average appearance, her cold and arrogant temperament was exactly the same as Yu Qingli's, worthy of being master and servant.
Now the Persian prince has abandoned Murong Yuan and set his sights on a little maid. This is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the royal family. However, she cannot find any fault with the Persian prince. After all, Yuan'er was indeed dressed a little scary today.
Prince Alai felt a little uneasy standing next to Xiluo. He was worried that his rash actions would offend the beauty, and he was also worried that Cang and the emperor would force him to marry that princess for the sake of face.
Murong Shiling coughed and said, "Your Highness, I already know your feelings. Since you have taken a fancy to this girl, I will adopt her as my adopted daughter and marry her to you one day!"
Xiluo was shocked when he heard this and called out in a low voice, "Miss!"
Yu Qingli also frowned. Although she had intended to tease Xiluo before, she would be the first one who would be reluctant to let her go if she really let her leave her side. However, the current situation happened so suddenly that she was a little at a loss for a moment.
After calming down a bit, Yu Qingli whispered, "The person who tied the bell must untie it!"
Xiluo suddenly understood what she meant and walked out from behind Yu Qingli. "Plop!" The doctor knelt down in front of Prince Alai, but his back was straight.
"Please take back your words, Prince! Xiluo knows that there were some misunderstandings between me and Your Highness before. I hope Your Highness will forgive me if I have offended you. However, I am of low status, so how dare I bear the title of Prince's favorite!"
After hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but imagine all kinds of things, but they finally understood the reason why the Persian prince proposed to marry this maid. It was because she had offended him. Come to think of it, if there was no conflict, why would he tease her like this?
A noble prince and an unknown maidservant, it seems like they are not meant to know each other.
Prince Alai quickly stepped forward and pulled Xiluo aside, saying, "Luoluo, I like you, it's true."
Xiluo's face turned pale. "Your Highness, please stop joking with me. If Your Highness cannot take back your order, I will die as an apology today!"
Prince Alai obviously had not expected Xiluo to be so fierce. He immediately panicked and kept saying, "Get up, get up!" Then he turned around and knelt before Murong Shiling, "Your Majesty, what I said just now does not count, it does not count!"
Murong Shiling was a bit troubled by these things, so he just waved his hand and said, "It seems that the matter of marriage will have to be discussed with Queen Rong later. Anyway, His Royal Highness will have to stay here for a while. Today, we are just welcoming His Royal Highness and will not discuss anything else!
Prince Alai thanked him repeatedly, and Xiluo also thanked him before standing behind Yu Qingli again, returning to his usual cold and calm demeanor.
This welcoming banquet was full of twists and turns and was even more exciting than the performance on the stage.
No matter what, the Persian prince abandoned the princess and chose a maid. This fact made Murong Yuan feel like a thorn in her throat. She looked at Yu Qingli and Xiluo not far away, and had already cursed the master and servant thousands of times in her heart.
Murong Shiling no longer had much interest in drinking. He was thinking of finding an excuse to leave this boring banquet when he heard a report coming from outside the palace.
"Prince Ashura of Persia requests an audience!"
The ministers in the court looked at each other in bewilderment. How many people had come from Persia? Hadn't they only sent one prince? Why was there another prince?
Prince Alai's face lit up with joy, and he explained to Murong Shiling, "Your Majesty, Prince Ashura is my uncle, and he must be here to see me!"
"Since he is also a Persian envoy, he should be invited into the palace. Come, summon him quickly and prepare a table and place him next to Prince Alai."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"
The people in the hall had different expressions: some were curious, some were thoughtful, and some were worried.
Murong Yuan, who had lost face today, had a look of boredom and anxiety on her face. She couldn't wait to leave here. These Persians were more annoying than each other, and this annoying uncle Wang in front of her must be old and ugly!
So she quietly leaned over to the Queen's ear and whispered, "Mother, I'm going back first!"
Queen Li nodded slightly, and Murong Yuan stood up and prepared to leave.
At this moment, an imposing figure appeared in front of everyone. He was wearing a purple brocade robe with simple and elegant auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. His long golden hair was tied behind his head with a purple ribbon, looking elegant and graceful. His deep eyes seemed to attract everyone's attention, and under his handsome nose was a pair of light pink thin lips.
Murong Yuan felt her heart skip a beat and she stopped immediately. The aura emanating from this person was so similar to that of the young emperor's uncle. Just one glance and he knew they were thousands of years apart!
This aloof handsome guy turned out to be the uncle of that Persian fool?
Murong Yuan took a step back and felt her heart pounding. She was inexplicably nervous, yet she was extremely looking forward to the man looking at her. She sat down in her seat again in a daze, just staring at the person who came.
"Yuan'er, weren't you going to leave? Why are you sitting down again?"
Queen Li turned her head to ask, and Murong Yuan quickly averted her gaze, trying to hide the fluttering of her heart. "Mother, I suddenly feel that since everyone is still here, it would be rude for me to leave alone. If this gets out, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Canghe?"
Queen Li looked at Murong Yuan with some suspicion. When did her unruly and headstrong daughter become so polite?
The appearance of Ashura made everyone present think differently, starting with Murong Yanhui and Yu Qingli. They had never thought that the man they met in the Beauty House that day was actually a prince of Persia.
Yu Qingli was also lost in thought. The Persian envoy to Canghe should only be the Persian prince, so what on earth was this prince doing here? Could he be checking the suitability of the prince's marriage partner? She was convinced this man definitely didn't have the leisure for such a thing.
In addition, Qu Linlang had already reported that the person who was in contact with Murong Feng, besides a Persian beauty, was also a Persian man named Ashura. Therefore, Yu Qingli felt that she had reason to believe that these two people must be plotting some big conspiracy.
"My humble prince Ashura greets His Majesty the Emperor. I wish His Majesty good health and happiness!"
Ashura saluted Murong Shiling, and the emperor smiled and said, "It's rare to have so many distinguished guests in the palace. Prince, please take a seat quickly."
Murong Yuan held her chin with her hand, staring at Asura with a crazy smile on her lips. This prince looked more and more handsome, and even his voice was so nice.
Ashura sat down at the table, and Prince Alai came up to him warmly and asked him about his journey. While Ashura was answering him, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful face opposite him.
From the moment Ashura appeared, Yu Qingli felt that she was being watched. The feeling of being watched made her a little uneasy. She tightened her fingers holding the teacup, only to find that her hands were full of sweat. Her intuition told her that this man was very dangerous.
At the same time, Murong Yanhui's eyes became dangerous and cold. His narrow peach blossom eyes were full of frost, as cold as winter. His gaze fell on Asura, and his hostility could no longer be concealed.
Asura raised his eyes provocatively, and his gaze met Murong Yanhui's. In a flash, the two men had already fought each other.
Finally, Ashura picked up the teacup in his hand, raised it towards Murong Yanhui, raised his lips as if to show goodwill, and then drank it all in one gulp.
Murong Yanhui gave him an elegant warning smile. Asura was stunned, but quickly lowered his brows.
Yu Qingli secretly observed the interaction between Asura and Murong Feng. What surprised her was that the two of them acted as if they had never met before. They didn't seem like partners at all. If she hadn't received the news in advance, she would never have been able to tell that the two of them had any connection.
One is insidious and cunning, the other is treacherous and treacherous. If these two people work together, she will probably face a huge conspiracy.
Yu Qingli secretly speculated about the possibility of cooperation between these two people. She was naturally very clear about Murong Feng's purpose, but what about the purpose of this Persian prince?
A bad thought flashed through Yu Qingli's mind. I'm afraid things are really going to get worse! I hope everything is still in time.
The banquet finally ended in a relatively peaceful atmosphere, but beneath this peaceful appearance, many unknown conspiracies and secrets were hidden.
At the same time, Murong Yuan also felt a rare surge of love and began to take the initiative to pursue her own happiness.
Three consecutive days of rain made the entire palace seem a little dull, except for the Ju'an Palace, which seemed particularly lively.
Yu Qingli held a brush in her hand, but she couldn't draw the plum blossoms well. Her eyes fell on the pavilion outside the palace not far away. She sighed and shook her head. She really didn't know what these people were thinking. They were still playing chess in the pavilion in such weather. Don't they feel cold?
"Miss……"
Xiluo saw Yu Qingli put down the brush and quickly handed her a warm towel. Yu Qingli wiped her hands but didn't see Meihong. She couldn't help but ask, "Where has Meihong been these days?"
"She was taken away by the eldest prince. He said that two of his capable maids had asked for leave to go home, so he asked Meihong to take their place."
"He has plenty of excuses."
Yu Qingli laughed sarcastically. She had thought Murong Feng was busy cooperating with the Persians these days and would not have time for romance, but she did not expect that he could balance his career and love life.
"Luoluo, come here quickly!" While the two were talking, the Persian prince was already waving and shouting in the pavilion. Xiluo's face was red and she was at a loss, but Yu Qingli pushed her with a smile.
"Let's go and have a look!"