The Regent Princess has run away again

Xia Yu had been paying attention to Xue Zhiyu's every move. Seeing the unpredictable expression on her face, she felt amused. She was worthy of being the person that Nangong Ye liked. She was really interesting.

Soon, the palace maids brought up the dishes, with each table having nine dishes at most.

"Everyone, please start eating."

Xue Zhiyu also picked up the chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table. She had to say that it was worthy of being a royal palace. The food was really good, exquisite, and full of color, aroma and taste. She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the cherry meat in front of her and put it into her mouth, her eyes full of surprise. Oh my God, this is so delicious, sour and sweet and very tasty.

Zhao Hanming, who was sitting at the next table, saw her look and snorted with disdain, looking at how useless she was.

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After having a good meal, Zhao Hanming wiped the corners of her mouth, slowly stood up and walked to the center, bowed to the emperor and Concubine Zhao, and then said, "Your Majesty, Concubine, I have learned a new song recently that can help your Majesty and Concubine digest their food. Please allow me to change my clothes before performing."

"Well, go ahead," Concubine Zhao nodded and signaled her personal maid to follow and see if there was anything she needed help with.

Only then did Zhao Hanming turn around and go to change clothes under the guidance of the palace maid.

After a long while, Zhao Hanming came out of the dressing room wearing a floral green gauze lily skirt. She slowly sat down in front of the prepared piano and began to pluck the strings with her slender fingers.

It has to be said that apart from her personality, Zhao Hanming's piano skills are quite good. Xue Zhiyu leaned back in the chair, and she was quite appreciative of this.

When Zhao Hanming finished playing the last syllable, a woman's voice came in, "It's my sister's birthday today. I'm late."

Hearing this voice, Concubine Zhao frowned slightly, but still looked at the visitor and said softly, "Why are you here, Sister Zhaoyi? You must be careful."

Chen Zhaoyi stroked her slightly pregnant belly with one hand, and the palace maid followed closely beside her, supporting her as she walked carefully to the center.

"This girl must be the younger sister of the Imperial Concubine. She is so pretty and her piano skills must have been passed down from the Imperial Concubine."

Zhao Hanming stood up and bowed to Chen Zhaoyi in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. "Greetings to Her Majesty Zhaoyi. My piano skills are no match for Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine. I have only learned the basics. They are not worth mentioning."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Chen Zhaoyi's eyes. She was worthy of being a member of the Zhao family. She was really good at pretending.

When Xia Yu saw Chen Zhaoyi coming, he ordered the palace servants to prepare an extra chair for her to sit next to him.

"Didn't the imperial physician tell you to rest more? Why did you come here specially?"

"After all, it is the royal sister's birthday. Besides, the imperial physician said that it is good for her to move around more often. Your Majesty, don't worry," Chen Zhaoyi sat down next to Xia Yu, looking at the noble man beside her with a smile in her eyes, her love for him undisguised.

Xia Yu sighed helplessly, "I can't argue with you. I didn't expect the daughter of the Minister of Rites to be so eloquent. It's a pity that she doesn't become a civil servant."

Xue Zhiyu looked at Chen Zhaoyi who was sitting next to Xia Yu. Although she was not as beautiful as Concubine Zhao, Chen Zhaoyi had a temperament that no one else had. Moreover, she felt that Chen Zhaoyi was quirky and should be a very interesting woman.

Concubine Zhao still maintained a gentle smile, but only she knew that the handkerchief under her sleeve was almost deformed.

Chen Zhaoyi curled her lips, feeling the man's gaze on her, one of her ears suddenly turned red, she turned her head and changed the subject, "Your Majesty, please don't make fun of me. I don't have that ability. By the way, I learned some skills from the hairpin master when I learned about the birthday of my sister, the imperial concubine, and brought it here today," and then said to the palace maid next to her, "Zhiyi, bring me the hairpin."

"Yes, ma'am."

Not long after Zhiyi went out, she returned with a tray in her hand, on which was a flower hairpin, which was very delicate and beautiful.

Chen Zhaoyi picked up the hairpin from Zhiyi's tray and walked to Concubine Zhao. Her pretty face was filled with joy and a little worry. "Concubine, this is made by me. I hope you don't mind my rough workmanship."

Although Concubine Zhao was extremely reluctant, she still stood up and took it, "My sister is very thoughtful. No matter what you give me, I will like it very much. My sister, please sit down quickly. You are pregnant with a dragon seed now, so you'd better be careful."

Chen Zhaoyi did not refuse, nodded and returned to her seat.

"I heard that Miss Xue San is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially good at dancing. Why don't you perform for the Imperial Concubine? It will open our eyes and help us learn from her."

No one knew who had said this. Xue Zhiyu, who was still thinking about how to steal the ring, frowned and glanced at the woman opposite her. If looks could kill, no one present would be spared.

After hearing this, Xia Yu began to look forward to it. This Miss Xue San is really a hidden dragon and a tiger, and she hides it very deeply. He wants to see how she will deal with it.

"Then Miss Xue San, are you willing?"

Concubine Zhao asked this question, but it was obvious that there was no way to say no, so Xue Zhiyu had to bite the bullet and said, "Then I will perform my duty, but I didn't bring any other clothes to change into."

"It's okay, I'll lend you mine," said Xue Yumei, who had been silent the whole time, making Xue Zhiyu feel like she had fallen into a trap.

However, at least she had participated in a classical dance club, so she had a little talent for dancing, and her body was relatively flexible, so it was not difficult for her to learn.

Led by the palace maid, Xue Zhiyu came to the dressing room and saw Xue Yumei's clothes on the table. She picked them up and looked at them. Finding nothing strange, she picked them up and prepared to change.

Just when she was changing, the maid knocked on the door, "Miss Xue San, are you done?"

"Well, it's changed."

Just as she finished speaking, a palace maid came in. After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, she closed the door, walked up to Xue Zhiyu and whispered, "I'm here to help you steal the ring under the orders of Lord Ye. This is where Concubine Zhao's ring is placed. When you finish dancing, find a chance to come out and I'll take you there," the palace maid said as she took out a small note.

Xue Zhiyu raised her eyebrows, took it and looked at it carefully, "Okay, I'll find a chance to sneak out."

"Well, the master said that as long as you need it, I will do my best to help you, just do it."

This sounded like something that guy would say. Xue Zhiyu straightened her clothes and walked out of the dressing room.

Xue Yumei's clothes were a little too loose for her, but everything else was fine.

She bowed to the host, then stood on tiptoes and danced slowly, her sleeves seeming to strike something, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Her figure made of smoky snow-white gauze danced in the air like the afterglow of the setting sun. The woman was immersed in the dance, as if she was the only one left in the world.

At the end of the last movement, Xue Zhiyu slowly raised her eyes and looked forward, her face a little pale, and then said, "Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine and Imperial Concubine Zhaoyi, I suddenly feel unwell and need to rest for a while."

"I see. I'll have the maid take you to see the imperial physician." Xia Yu thought for a moment, then looked at the maid who was taking her to the dressing room and said, "Take Miss Xue San to the Imperial Hospital."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The palace maid walked forward and helped Xue Zhiyu out of the garden. When they were a certain distance away from the garden, the palace maid suddenly turned a corner and led her to the harem.

When they arrived in front of a bedroom, the maid let go of her hand, stopped and looked at Xue Zhiyu, "This is Concubine Zhao's bedroom, go in quickly, I'll be guarding outside the door."

Xue Zhiyu frowned. Although today was Concubine Zhao's birthday, it was too unbelievable that they could get to the harem so easily. It was as if it was deliberately arranged. Seeing the palace maid's back, she hesitated for a while and finally pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked in.

After closing the door, she took out the small note and walked to the bed. There was nothing on the bedside table with rosewood, nanmu, crane, ganoderma and cloud patterns. Xue Zhiyu searched for the ring in the two drawers on the top for a long time but couldn't find it.

Until the last drawer, Xue Zhiyu seemed to touch the raised button and pressed it gently.

"Boom!"

There was suddenly a small empty space at the foot of the bed. Xue Zhiyu hurried over and saw a ring lying there quietly. The white jade on it was enough to prove that this was what she was looking for.

She reached out and picked up the ring, put the fake ring she had prepared back in, and put the real ring into her sleeve.

To restore everything to normal, Xue Zhiyu had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She walked out and nodded to the palace maid. The two of them returned to the harem as they had done before, went to the dressing room to change into their own clothes, and returned to the banquet.

The banquet was still in full swing, and the women present were still taking turns to perform. Xue Zhi sat back in her seat and continued to watch the performance in silence.

The performances were either dances, musical instruments or songs. When the last performance ended, Concubine Zhao spoke first. She stood up, glanced at everyone with a smile, and said slowly, "This palace has really feasted its eyes today. I'm sure you're all tired. It just so happens that the Western Region dancers have arrived in Yan Country, so this palace invites everyone to watch together."

Just as he finished speaking, a faint Western dance music sounded, accompanied by the sound of tinkling bells. A Western face came into view, with a pair of emerald green eyes revealed under the veil, as dazzling as emeralds under the sunlight, and her graceful figure danced to the music.

Different from the dance of Yan State, the dance of Western Regions is charming and enchanting. The waist sways like a water snake, and the women sitting nearby are all very shy, as if this is such an embarrassing thing.

When the song ended, the dancer looked at Concubine Zhao sitting on the seat and said in stiff Chinese, "May your Majesty have a happy birthday, a youthful appearance, good health and good fortune."

Concubine Zhao nodded slightly, "You are worthy of being the best dancer in the Western Regions. You must have been exhausted from the journey. I feel really bad for you to be dragged here to dance as soon as you arrived in Yan Country. How about I let one of the ladies take you to visit the beautiful scenery of our Yan Country? What do you think?"

"That's fine. I'm not very familiar with Yan Country, so I'll trouble you, Your Majesty."

"Then... let Princess Kangle take you for a tour," a dark light flashed across Concubine Zhao's almond-shaped eyes, and quickly disappeared.

Xue Zhiyu didn't expect Concubine Zhao to call her suddenly. She frowned subconsciously and looked up to meet the dancer's gaze. She had to admit that this pair of emerald green eyes was really beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Then I'll have to trouble Princess Kangle," the dancer nodded at her.

"You are Welcome."

After the dancers left, Concubine Zhao arranged for some folk singers to perform.

Xia Yu, who had been silent, was playing with the ring on his hand, seeming to be thinking about something.