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"Your Majesty, from what I see from Old Eight's appearance, I think he has a lover. I want you to be a witness."

Concubine Liang joked with a sweet smile.

"Oh? Is what your mother said true?"

Kangxi raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, what mother said is true. I want to present this note to the woman I love and ask the emperor to grant us marriage."

The Eighth Prince held the note and knocked his head to the ground, speaking sincerely.

"Hahahahahaha."

Kangxi laughed out loud, raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the ministers were sitting, "You will be seventeen after the New Year. I was thinking of discussing with your mother after the New Year to find a wife for you. Now that you have mentioned it yourself, I will go and send you off directly."

"Thank you, Father Emperor."

The Eighth Prince stood up happily and walked to the left side of the hall.

Everyone was in an uproar, with gossipy gleams in their eyes.

Xiyu rested her hands on Yinzhen's legs and curiously leaned forward to see which legitimate daughter he was going to send the note to.

You know what, this Eighth Prince is quite brave. He even dared to ask for an imperial decree to grant his marriage in public.

Tong Jia Qingtang stared closely at the man who was approaching her, a barely perceptible hint of alertness flashing in her eyes.

No...it shouldn't happen. With the Eighth Prince's background, he is not worthy of her or the family behind her. Mafa will definitely not agree.

Her heart was filled with anxiety. She clenched the handkerchief in her hand and prayed silently to God.

However, contrary to expectations, the Eighth Prince did not stop, but moved closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of her.

His deep and fiery eyes stared at her, and he held a piece of paper tightly in his hands and slowly handed it to her.

"I hope that there will be years to look back, and to regain love with affection."

The Eighth Prince read out the poem on the paper softly. His voice was low and magnetic, as if it contained endless affection.

Then, he smiled slightly, that smile was as warm as the spring breeze, his eyes were full of tenderness and kindness, he looked at Tong Jia Qingtang affectionately, and asked: "Qingtang, I wonder if you are willing to accept this note?"

Faced with such a sudden action, Tong Jia Qingtang was a little flustered.

She had to stand up with all her might, trying to maintain the dignified, graceful, polite smile on her face.

She is actually Tong Guowei’s granddaughter?

The Queen Mother and Kangxi looked at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

There was silence in the hall, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath waiting for Tong Jia Qingtang's answer.

Xiyu drew back her long eyelashes to hide the emotions in her eyes.

She had thought that with Tong Guowei's shrewdness, he would find a prince with a strong maternal family background for Tong Jia Qingtang.

That’s right, among the current princes, only the Eighth Prince is of marriageable age and unmarried.

She leaned back cautiously, her eyes drifting towards Yinzhen, observing her reaction.

However, Yinzhen acted as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and calmly picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Seeing this, Xiyu couldn't help but bite her lips lightly, and a trace of annoyance surged in her heart.

Does he really not care, or does he pretend not to care because he cares too much?

She couldn't help but observe Yinzhen carefully, trying to find some clues from his calm face, but no matter how she looked, Yinzhen was so calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Is there something on my face?"

Perhaps because her gaze was becoming more and more direct, Yinzhen put down his teacup and turned his head to ask her.

"nothing."

Xiyu pursed her lips and drank the wine in front of her in a huff.

"Ha~"

She took a long breath and frowned in pain.

It was as if all the senses were occupied by a feeling called "spicy", and the eyes were unconsciously filled with crystal tears.

This plum wine doesn't taste good at all!

"You drank...my wine."

Yinzhen took the wine glass from her hand, frowning slightly, "This wine is very strong, and the aftereffect is quite strong, don't drink it so fast."

The tone was so fierce... She pouted her lips in dissatisfaction.

After just a small sip of wine, my head started to feel dizzy and the figures in my sight gradually became blurred. One, two, three...

She blinked hard, trying to regain her clarity, but the double image in front of her eyes still did not disappear.

In desperation, Xiyu could only bite the tip of her tongue lightly, using the stinging sensation to force herself to stay awake.

After all, she had never drunk alcohol in the past ten years or so, and she didn't know what she would look like when she was drunk.

If he really got drunk and acted crazy at a palace banquet, the scene would probably be so embarrassing that there would be no way out.

Xiyu tried hard to stay awake and sat quietly in her seat.

Fortunately, everyone in the hall was waiting for Tong Jia Qingtang's reaction and had no time to pay attention to her.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. Qingtang is overwhelmed."

A layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of Tong Jia Qingtang's forehead. A gentle smile hung on his face, but he did not reach out to take the note.

The Eighth Prince seemed very sure that she would agree, and did not take his hand away. He said in a gentle voice: "Princess Tongjia has a gentle temperament and outstanding talents and looks. There is no need to panic."

At this moment, everyone around, including the current emperor, was looking at them, waiting for her answer.

Faced with such a predicament, she was a little flustered and subconsciously turned her head to look at Marfa for help.

Unlike her, Tong Guowei was very relaxed in the face of such occasions. It could even be said that everything was under his control.

Under his long beard, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He slowly moved his eyes to the two of them and looked them up and down, then nodded gently at Tong Jia Qingtang.

Seeing this action, her heart was shocked and she couldn't believe what she saw.

Did Mafa mean... to ask her to agree? Did he choose the Eighth Prince?

There was a flash of unwillingness in Tong Jia Qingtang's eyes, and his gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Yinzhen, but he left in just a moment.

Now that she was trapped here, she had no chance to make any choice. This matter had clearly been discussed in advance.

She bit her lip, smiled, took a step forward, took the note, and leaned down slightly, "Thank you for your kindness, Master Ba."

Kangxi seemed to see through everyone's thoughts, and the smile on his face faded a little.

This game was proposed by Concubine Liang, and it was Old Eight who took action. Anyone can see what the two of them are up to.

Tong Guowei, this old fox, gave up the fourth child and turned around to marry the eighth child. He didn't hide his plan at all!

In this case, it depends on whether he has the ability to do so.

He gently placed the wine glass in his hand on the table and spoke loudly, "Since Princess Tongjia has also agreed, I cannot force you two to get married. I will grant you two a marriage on a chosen day."

The Eighth Prince had a smile on his face, a smile as bright as a blooming spring flower, and it was obvious that he could hardly suppress the joy in his heart.

He stood side by side with Tong Jia Qingtang beside him, walked to the center of the hall together, knelt on both knees, and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Father Huang."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The marriage was arranged and everyone in the hall expressed their congratulations.

It was about time, and Kangxi didn't want to watch these people act anymore, so he leaned towards the dragon throne.

His face was slightly red, as if he was drunk, and he said softly: "Since today's program is over, I will go back first."

Although his words were light, they revealed an unquestionable majesty and decisiveness.

Upon hearing this, everyone dared not be negligent. They all knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted "Long live the emperor" to express their respectful farewell.

Now that the most powerful emperor in the palace had left, the rest of the people naturally couldn't sit still, and the New Year's Eve banquet soon came to an end.