The wide and flat ground is paved with fine white marble, festive colored silks are wrapped around the beams, and thousands of glazed lamps extend all the way to the front of the tall and magnificent building - Chengqian Hall.

There was a scene of singing and dancing in the center of the hall. The emperor and the dignified and beautiful queen, dressed in bright yellow and not angry, were sitting at the highest place. They raised their glasses to the ministers and said, "Come, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I will rejoice with you all!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank, and then took their seats when the emperor waved his hand.

As soon as she sat down, Su Muxue straightened herself up, put on a dignified and virtuous smile, and cast her eyes vaguely on the first row to the right of the emperor.

Su Yunran chuckled knowingly. It seemed that she really wanted to be a princess. As she looked over, her heart suddenly shrank - it hurt!

This man...this man...

The palms of his hands tightened tightly, and a picture suddenly popped up in his mind. The man was holding a cold pistol, the black muzzle of the gun pointed at his heart, and then there was a "bang", and large areas of crimson blood bloomed on his chest...

Su Yunran was conscious of touching the pistol at her waist. When her hand was empty, she came to her senses and realized that she was no longer the original Su Yunran.

Her eyes flickered, and a flame quickly ignited in her eyes. The man's face gradually overlapped with that of the smiling prince in the distance, exactly.

She didn't expect that the prince who divorced her after never seeing her would be her murderous enemy. Good, good!

Dong Chenyao, who was chatting with the minister, suddenly felt a hot gaze on him. He looked up and saw the prime minister's aunt, Su Muxue, smiling shyly and lowering her head.

Ha! It turns out to be a woman.

Dong Chenyao didn't pay attention, lowered his head and continued drinking.

He has a face that is enough to make any woman's heart flutter. His face is as handsome as an axe, with thin pale pink lips that seem charming but ruthless. His sword-shaped eyebrows are sharp, and his eyes as deep as obsidian vaguely reveal the presence of a king.

With the faintest hint of nobility and domineering in the world, it was obviously normal for a woman to stare at him.

Su Yunran lowered his eyes and stood next to Su Muxue with a respectful look. There was no clue on his face, but there was an interesting raised corner of his lips.

The man was sitting behind the prince, dressed in white clothes, with a sickly pale look on his perfectly carved face.

The emperor glanced at the queen, who stood up, glanced at everyone, and said, "Today, one is to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the other is," she paused and looked at the princes on the right.

He paused and continued, "The princes are quite young now. Today, I will take this opportunity to choose a suitable concubine for them."

After saying this, the queen glanced at the emperor, who nodded.

The ministers below were not calm anymore, especially the wives of the ministers. They all turned their attention to their daughters. No wonder they were allowed to bring their families into the palace today. It turned out to be this purpose.

Although the queen said she was choosing concubines for the princes, the ladies all knew in their hearts that there were currently three princes who did not have a concubine.

One is King Dongchenye of the Ling Dynasty, who is rare and handsome but has a romantic nature. There is never a shortage of women around him, so the queen certainly does not need to worry about his affairs. The other is King Dongchenjin of Xuan, who has a sick young man who will fall down when the wind blows.

, I don’t know if I can survive today. I don’t have a concubine. If someone’s daughter is in trouble, it will be a sin in the previous life.

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