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After Xie Xuanjin left, the imperial physician came to check Song Qingning's pulse.

The fetus is stable and everything is normal.

Chonghua Palace is some distance from Jinhua Palace. Song Qingning leaned against the soft couch, and the sounds of drums and music from the palace banquet reached her ears, allowing her to faintly sense the liveliness over there.

Today is Xie Xuanjin's birthday, and Song Qingning has prepared a birthday gift.

Hongling chattered away beside her.

Today is the Emperor's birthday banquet, and Madam Lu and the Crown Prince's wife also went to the palace for the banquet, and took the opportunity to visit Jinhua Palace.

The Lu family brought Hong Yuan with them.

Previously, Hongling often accompanied Song Qingning back to the Ningguo Duke's Mansion, and every now and then, Hongling could meet with her sister Hongluan. However, Song Qingning was pregnant and spent less time outside the palace, so the two sisters had not seen each other for a long time.

While Lu and Song Qingning were talking, the two sisters were also talking elsewhere.

"My sister is now serving by the Madam's side. The Madam has even hired someone to teach my sister to read and write, and to learn to read account books from the accountant. She has also asked Chen Mama to teach my sister how to manage affairs. The Madam intends to give my sister an important position."

"My sister is very happy. She said she never thought she could be appreciated, and she said it was all thanks to you, girl."

Hongling was clearly very excited today.

Before leaving, the older sister said that the girl was their benefactor and specifically instructed her to take good care of the girl to repay their kindness.

Even without her sister's instructions, she would still repay her kindness.

If it weren't for the girl, she would probably still be in a brothel, or she would have died long ago, and no one knows what her fate would be.

The girl saved her and changed her fate.

"Your Majesty..." Hongling's nose tingled with emotion.

Realizing that the Empress was about to give birth, the imperial physician instructed that she should not have any major emotional fluctuations.

She immediately suppressed her sour feeling, quickly put on a smile, and changed the subject, "Today I heard from my sister that recently, storytellers in the restaurants and teahouses of the capital have been talking about 'Mingyue Xian,' explaining how outstanding Yuexian's paintings are."

"Every time my sister hears this, she feels incredibly proud and wishes she could shout it out to everyone: Mingyue Xian is her daughter!"

Hongling raised her chin, like a proud peacock.

Song Qingning looked at it and smiled indulgently.

She didn't interrupt her, and let Hongling continue talking about some interesting things that Hongyuan brought outside the palace.

"One day, my sister saw two people fighting over a painting of Mingyue Xian. One of them was dressed strangely and didn't look like a person from Dajing."

They don't seem to be from Dajing...

Song Qingning's brow twitched, as if she had an innate sensitivity to certain things.

Recently, envoys from both the South and the North have arrived in the capital.

However, the south, being a land of martial spirit, viewed literature as a sign of weakness and did not promote it. The north, being a land of barbarians, held poetry and painting in even higher regard.

Song Qingning was quite surprised that they would fight over a painting by Mingyue Xian.

"And then what? Who bought the painting?" Song Qingning asked.

Hongling seemed surprised that she was interested in this matter. Her eyes lit up. "Nobody bought it. The seller didn't really want to sell the painting. He was forced to sell it by that foreigner. The seller took advantage of the fight between the two and secretly ran away with the painting."

Forced to sell...

Is this the style of Nanlin? Or the style of Beirong?

She had never met the envoys sent by Nanlin and Beirong this time.

She had a connection with Nanlin, but had never dealt with Beirong. In her previous life, when she was wandering as a ghost, she heard a merchant from the Northern Border mention something.

Because of a painting, the Third Prince of Beirong offended the Emperor of Beirong and was demoted to a commoner. He and his mother were expelled from Beirong by the Emperor.

The mother of the Third Prince of Beirong was originally a woman from the Dajing Kingdom.

Could it be the Third Prince of Beirong?

Song Qingning lowered her eyes, her thoughts fleeting, and didn't take the matter too seriously.

Meanwhile, at the palace banquet...

Xie Xuanjin had not yet arrived, but the court officials and their wives took their seats.

Tuoba Rui sat at the table, surrounded by a lively and noisy atmosphere. He drank alone, slightly lost in thought, his mind filled with the painting he had seen the day before.

These days, he listened to the storyteller talk about "Bright Moon Fairy" every day, suppressing his curiosity.

But everything fell apart when I saw Mingyue Xian's painting the day before yesterday.

He was a connoisseur of fine art and had seen many good paintings, but none of them had impressed him as much as the one he had seen the other day.

That was a diagram for breaking through enemy lines.

In the painting, a group of women are on warhorses, some wielding swords to kill enemies, others holding shields to defend themselves, some beating war drums, and others waving war flags.

There is no focal point in the painting, yet every person is a focal point.

Looking at the painting, it's as if you can hear the sounds of war drums, charges, and swords, making you feel as if you're actually there.

That painting was done by Mingyue Xian.

"Mingyue Xian..."

Tuoba Rui unconsciously murmured the name.

The voice was very soft, but the envoy accompanying him still heard it.

"Third Prince, it's all my fault, and also that blind fool's fault. I was the one who wanted to buy that painting first, but some troublemaker appeared out of nowhere and tried to snatch it from me, and as a result..."

As a result, the owner of the painting took the opportunity to run away and disappeared without a trace.

He originally intended to buy the painting and present it to the Third Prince, but his plans were thwarted.

but……

"Third Prince, today is the birthday of the Great Jing Emperor, and tomorrow..." The envoy from Beirong paused, then changed his words, "...that empress will certainly be attending, and the Third Prince will then be able to see her..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tuoba Rui glared at him.

The envoy immediately shut his mouth.

"Don't speak recklessly!" Tuoba Rui whispered a rebuke.

"I know I was wrong, I misspoke..."

The envoy from Beirong embarrassed himself, admitting his mistake while pouring wine for Tuoba Rui.

The alcohol is spicy and hot when it goes down the throat.

Although Tuoba Rui reprimanded the envoy, the envoy's words, like wine in a cup, stirred his heart and gave rise to a glimmer of expectation.

Today is the birthday of the Great Jing Emperor, and Mingyue Xian will surely attend this palace banquet.

Then he will be able to see his talent.

Tuoba Rui looked at the two seats in the main seat, his eyes shining brighter with anticipation.

The Beirong envoy, who was standing nearby, saw this and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He then gave a wink to one of the Nanlin envoys opposite him.

Their eyes met only briefly, and no one noticed.

"The Emperor has arrived! The Empress Dowager has arrived!"

Outside the hall, a palace servant shouted, and everyone inside immediately stood up.

Tuoba Rui was thinking of "Mingyue Xian" and did not hear the voices of the palace servants. Only when he saw everyone moving did he realize that the Emperor of Dajing had arrived. He felt a sudden tremor in his heart and immediately knelt down with everyone until the Emperor of Dajing took his seat and asked everyone to stand up.

Tuoba Rui cautiously looked towards the main seat.

He had met Xie Xuanjin once.

The imperial majesty is natural and effortless.

And that lady...

Tuoba Rui looked at Xie Xuanjin's side, but only saw a middle-aged woman. Although she had an extraordinary appearance, he knew at a glance that she was not Mingyue Xian.

no……

Almost subconsciously, Tuoba Rui looked around, seemingly searching, but he didn't see any woman who could be Mingyue Xian.

A hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes.

From the seat of honor, Xie Xuanjin's gaze fell upon him, and he happened to see his disappointment.

"Prince Tuoba, what are you looking for?"

Xie Xuanjin's voice suddenly rang out in the hall, exuding imperial majesty, his expression unreadable.