The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 147 Obedient Dog.

During the banquet, everyone explained with astonishment.

Upon hearing this, the emperor, seated at the head of the table, was taken aback, his hand holding the wine cup pausing slightly.

Jiang Jinshuang lowered her eyes and sipped her wine, appearing indifferent.

Wen Fengcang, standing before him, held a wine glass in his hand and spoke with a half-smile, tinged with a hint of humiliation.

On the other side, Si Beihuan seemed to have guessed something as well, gave a sullen laugh, and lowered his head without saying a word.

Seeing this, Jiang Biechen, who was in a high position, narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them.

Si Ning readily agreed, but after glancing at Jiang Jinshuang, her gaze returned to Wen Fengcang.

He didn't even pick up the wine cups on the octagonal table; his posture was upright, and he slightly raised his eyes to look at the newcomer.

His smile was gentle and calm: "Since Your Highness has said so, then I shall respectfully comply."

Wen Fengcang sneered, threw down his wine cup, and waved away the dancers in the hall.

He wore a white and gold silk robe, revealing half of his arm with firm, bare skin that was fair, well-proportioned, and had distinct, powerful lines.

He stood alone in the center of the hall, and instantly everyone's eyes turned to him.

Even Jiang Huayan's gaze turned towards them.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled slightly, finished her drink, and then slowly stood up. She whispered in Si Ning's ear, "Mr. Si Ning, please watch the beauty dance."

After saying that, she turned around and returned to her seat.

Wen Fengcang's gaze followed Jiang Jinshuang until she slowly sat down in her seat, at which point he slightly withdrew his gaze.

Si Ning smiled and looked up at Wen Fengcang: "Your Highness, let's begin."

Wen Fengcang frowned deeply and pursed his lips.

He finally let out a cold laugh, and moved as the musicians changed the drumbeats and music.

The originally somewhat effeminate Wen Fengcang, accompanied by the music, exuded heroic spirit.

His battle dance, performed with bare hands and no weapons, was powerful and exhilarating.

Jiang Jinshuang rested her chin on her hand, admiring the scene with a smile.

Legend has it that the Beihuai War Dance originated many years ago when the King of Beihuai dreamt of meeting a snake woman, and the snake woman danced in his dream.

It was magnificent and inspiring.

When in motion, it is like a mountain being moved or a sea being filled, unstoppable; when still, it is like the setting sun entering the waves, tranquil and pleasant.

Everyone present was greatly encouraged and excited by Wen Fengcang's battle dance!
After the dance.

Wen Fengcang took two steps back and turned to look at Si Ning again: "What does Mr. Si Ning think?"

Si Ning's gaze was reserved, and her tone was gentle: "It's visible."

With a "poof" sound.

Jiang Jinshuang spat out the mouthful of wine she was drinking.

She suppressed a laugh, her gaze passing through the crowd to Si Ning at the end of the table.

Si Ning dusted off non-existent dust from the hem of his robe, still smiling: "However, the Crown Prince's dance is all about the sentiment, and I am truly honored."

He added another sentence, and Wen Fengcang's anger, which was about to erupt, seemed to be doused with cold water, and his face turned cold and gloomy.

He said nothing more, gave a cold snort, and sat back down in his seat.

For a prince of Beihuai to perform a dance in front of Wan Jin officials was a disgrace!

And this humiliation... was brought upon him by that Princess Zhaoming!

Thinking of this, Wen Fengcang's eyes darkened, and he looked up at Jiang Jinshuang.

Unexpectedly, his eyes met Jiang Jinshuang's.

The girl blinked slightly, her misty pupils clear and bright, her gaze towards Wen Fengcang filled with innocence.

He thought he heard her lip-read something.

He squinted slightly, his vertical pupils suddenly contracting.

She said, "Good dog."

With a loud "bang," Wen Fengcang slammed the wine cup in his hand heavily onto the table.

In an instant, all the guests' eyes turned to him!
Wen Fengcang suddenly stood up and bowed slightly to Jiang Huayan, who was in the main seat: "Your Majesty, I am not feeling well today, so I will take my leave first."

After saying that, he ignored Jiang Huayan's gaze and turned to leave.

Upon seeing this, the other envoys at the banquet exchanged glances and hurriedly got up to follow.

Jiang Jinshuang watched Wen Fengcang's departing figure, feeling extremely happy.

Wen Fengcang's actions naturally aroused Jiang Huayan's dissatisfaction.

As soon as he left, the once lively banquet fell silent and quiet.

In his high position, Jiang Huayan lowered his head, his expression unreadable.

At the banquet, countless guests lowered their heads and remained silent, fearing that the emperor's anger would cause bloodshed for miles.

I do not know how long it has been.

From the head seat, the Emperor finally spoke in a deep voice: "In that case, let the banquet end here."

After a pause, Jiang Huayan looked over and said, "Zhaoming, Biechen, you two stay here. I have something to say to you."

"My son, I obey."

The banquet ended hastily.

Jiang Jinshuang stood up from the low table and first looked at Si Ning in the distance.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Jinshuang's gaze, Si Ning also turned his gaze towards her.

"I'll go to the princess's residence to wait for His Highness," Si Ning said softly.

Jiang Jinshuang nodded and prepared to go find the official.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw Pei Du standing in front of the desk, still there.

Jiang Jinshuang was slightly taken aback: "Isn't the Grand Secretary leaving yet?"

Pei Du didn't speak, but followed her gaze and looked away from Si Ning.

Jiang Jinshuang ignored him and simply said, "Lord Pei, it would be better if you returned to your residence to change your dressing as soon as possible."

After saying that, Jiang Jinshuang walked past Pei Du and left.
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Royal study room.

The night was as still as water, and the ambergris in the study had a strong scent, which Jiang Jinshuang didn't particularly like.

Before the desk, Jiang Huayan's eyes darkened, and his tone turned icy: "Zhaoming, kneel down now!"

Jiang Jinshuang remained motionless, even slightly lowering her eyes as she looked at the official in front of her desk.

"Your subject has done nothing wrong, why should you kneel?"

"That's right?" Jiang Huayan snorted coldly, his imposing manner evident. "What methods did you use to embarrass Prince Beihuai at the banquet!"

Jiang Jinshuang blinked, looking completely innocent: "I'm wronged, Father! Didn't you hear what that eldest prince said? He just wanted Mr. Si Ning to give his opinion."

"Zhaoming, do you think I'm a fool, easily fooled?!"

Jiang Huayan slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at Jiang Jinshuang and saying sternly, "If your framing angers Wen Fengcang and damages the century-old alliance between our two countries, can you bear the consequences of such a crime?!"

"Does Father Emperor still believe that after the death of Prince Ruiyang, Beihuai still has the patience to form a lasting alliance with our Wan Jin?" Jiang Jinshuang questioned coldly, not backing down an inch.

"Outrageous!" Jiang Huayan said in a deep voice, "A mere princess dares to presume to discuss political affairs. It seems I have been too lenient with you!"

"How lenient have you been to your son, Father?!" Jiang Jinshuang's gaze was cold and desolate, and her voice unconsciously rose a few decibels. "Your son has imprisoned me in Baiyujing for three years. Is that still considered lenient towards me?!"

"Shut up! You can't distinguish right from wrong, and you don't know how to repent. It seems that you haven't learned anything in your three years in Baiyujing!"

"What does Father want me to learn? To be obsequious and servile?" Jiang Jinshuang said, each word distinct and clear. "Father should know that I grew up by the side of Uncle Ruiyang since I was a child. I can't learn these things."

At this point, Jiang Jinshuang scoffed lightly, her gaze burning: "Besides, why does Father Emperor need to put on such a regretful act?"

"You sent your son back to the capital, wasn't it all for this day?"

Jiang Huayan was speechless for a moment.

Belatedly realizing something, as if his thoughts had been exposed, Jiang Huayan said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows, her tone icy: "Father summoned me back to the capital, wasn't it so that I, as Princess Wanjin, could go to Beihuai for a marriage alliance?"