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Xiao Yue thought he was going to persuade her again, but she didn't expect that he was going to offer a plan.

Xiao Yue had little hope for his plan.

It's okay to listen to it.

"What plan?" Xiao Yue asked casually.

The envoy moved slightly closer to Xiao Yue, lowered his voice, and explained his plan in detail.

Xiao Yue's eyes suddenly lit up as she listened.

Finally, he gave the envoy an approving look and said, "Ah, no wonder, no wonder my brother valued you so much back then."

The envoy was Xiao Ling's confidant.

My brother has always had excellent taste, but unfortunately he was bewitched by Song Qingning and ended up in such a terrible state.

But it's okay.

She will make Song Qingning pay for her brother's life and make her personally apologize to her brother!

"I'm waiting for your news! I want Song Qingning dead!"

Xiao Yue got up with satisfaction. After leaving the room, she resumed the humble posture she had shown when she entered, and hurried away, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

The birthday banquet is fast approaching.

The capital city has been unusually lively recently because of this event.

A whirlwind swept through the city's restaurants and teahouses as storytellers suddenly began praising "Mingyue Xian" and extolling her paintings.

At night, the bustling Zhuque Street is filled with the sounds of people.

In the top-class private room of Jinsheng Tower, a man in brocade robes listened to a tune and drank wine, his scholarly appearance making him look extremely elegant.

The story of Mingyue Xian, told by the storyteller downstairs, drifted into the private room, and the man listened intently.

"Mingyue Xian? Is her painting really that good?" The man became interested.

His companion immediately said, "Young master has always loved painting and refined tastes. Would you like to appreciate her paintings? That's easy. Invite Mingyue Xian here and have her paint a picture for you on the spot, just like this musician..."

The man had only spoken half a sentence when the music playing in the private room suddenly stopped.

The man and his companion looked at the musician simultaneously.

The musician looked panicked, hurriedly got up, and knelt on the ground, not to plead for mercy, but to admonish.

"Young masters, please watch your words!"

Be careful what you say?

The man frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he pressed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh right? Be careful what you say? What did I just say? I only said that I would invite Mingyue Xian here and have her paint a picture for my young master on the spot. My young master's status is such that even Mingyue Xian wouldn't be able to..."

"Young master, please be careful with your words. Please don't harm this young lady."

The musician knelt on the ground, her expression growing increasingly terrified.

Not only her, but all the other waitresses also knelt down, their faces filled with panic.

The man in the main seat frowned, his interest piqued. "Just who is this Bright Moon Immortal, that you are so afraid of her?"

He didn't even know who Mingyue Xian was.

Yueji glanced at him in surprise, fearing that the two of them might say something treasonous that would implicate them, and hurriedly said, "Mingyue Xian, it's Your Highness."

"Your Majesty?" The man frowned, seemingly not having reacted yet.

But soon he sat up straight.

Your Majesty...

Xie Xuanjin's harem consisted of only one person, a female general named Song Qingning.

She's actually Mingyue Xian?!

Remembering his companion's words, the man instantly sobered up, glared at his companion, then got up, still smelling of alcohol, and walked out of the private room.

His companions immediately gave chase.

Once inside the carriage, his companion feigned remorse, "Third Prince, I had no idea that Mingyue Xian was actually... I thought she was just an ordinary woman skilled in painting. Since Your Highness enjoys painting, I was even thinking that if she was willing, I could pay more money to buy her, to let her, to let her..."

He dared not say what to do about it.

The "Third Prince" he addressed was none other than Tuoba Rui, the third son of the Emperor of Beirong, who was the envoy sent by Beirong this time.

Tuoba Rui's mother was from Dajing. In the Tuoba royal family, because of his mother's lineage, he had long been excluded from the heir.

Even the Northern Emperor did not value him.

He simply let loose, learning the script of Dajing and the elegance of Dajing literati, and even his daily attire resembled that of Dajing people.

During his mission to Dajing, the Emperor of Beirong saw him.

We brought him here because we valued his knowledge of Dajing culture.

Tuoba Rui glanced at the envoy and said coldly, "This matter is not to be mentioned again. My father instructed that there must be no mistakes this time. I have heard that the Emperor of Dajing dotes on this concubine, and she even holds military power..."

Holding military power, he should be a military general, yet he is also skilled in painting.

Tuoba Rui felt a surge of curiosity, but reason made him suppress it.

The women of the Great Jing Emperor were not something he could be curious about.

In the days that followed, whenever he went to teahouses or restaurants, he would hear storytellers talking about the "Bright Moon Fairy." He listened calmly, but he didn't realize that the curiosity he had been suppressing was still sprouting in his heart.

……

The birthday banquet arrived as scheduled.

Empress Dowager Meng handled all the arrangements for the banquet. As the due date for Song Qingning drew ever closer, Xie Xuanjin kept an even closer eye on her.

The midwives are stationed at Jinhua Palace, ready to serve at any time.

Today's birthday banquet is being held in the Chonghua Hall.

Xie Xuanjin did not intend to let Song Qingning attend; he himself only planned to sit at the banquet for a while and then find an excuse to leave.

These past few days, Xie Xuanjin has been feeling uneasy.

The growing unease clung to him like a shadow, only dissipating somewhat when he saw Song Qingning.

There are many people at the palace banquet today.

There were also envoys from the South and the North, too many to be mistaken about; he couldn't tolerate any errors.

"I will not attend today's palace banquet," Xie Xuanjin suddenly announced.

Empress Dowager Meng and Song Qingning, who were standing nearby looking at the baby clothes sent by the Imperial Clothing Bureau, suddenly looked up when they heard this.

Xie Xuanjin's brows were furrowed, as if he were worried.

Empress Dowager Meng had long heard that Xie Xuanjin had been overly anxious lately, and seeing him now, she confirmed it was true.

Xie Xuanjin's heart is with Song Qingning, which makes her very happy, but...

"Your Majesty, you must not act willfully." Empress Dowager Meng uttered these words with a hint of dazedness.

Before Wenzhao died, she often said these words to Xuanjin.

But after Wenzhao died, the willful Xie Xuanjin disappeared.

He was restrained and reserved. Even after ascending the throne, he never neglected state affairs. Being on the throne did not allow him to be willful.

Song Qingning noticed Empress Dowager Meng's momentary lapse in attention. "Yes, it's His Majesty's birthday today. It would be inappropriate if you didn't attend."

"But what if..."

Xie Xuanjin stared at Song Qingning's belly, his brows furrowed.

As if anticipating what he was about to say, Song Qingning interrupted him, "The imperial physician said that there are still several days until the delivery. How could it be such a coincidence? Your Majesty, please rest assured. There is Hongling, Chunxiaqiudong, and so many nannies here. Nothing will go wrong."

Just as Song Qingning finished speaking, the head eunuch hurriedly entered Jinhua Palace.

"Your Majesty, the guests have all taken their seats at Chonghua Palace, and they are waiting for the Empress Dowager and Your Majesty. Your Majesty, what do you think..."

The head eunuch cautiously probed.

Xie Xuanjin still frowned. He looked at Song Qingning, pondered for a long time, and then tightened his grip on her hand.

"I will go and return quickly. Wait for me to come back, and we will have dinner together."

"Um."

Song Qingning responded, and Xie Xuanjin then followed Empress Dowager Meng out of the room.

But the unease in my heart just wouldn't go away; I always felt that something bad was going to happen.