The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Ling Luo showed no sign of calming down.

His jaw twitched slightly, his teeth were clenched, and he remained silent.

After a moment, his emotions calmed down a little.

"It's good that you still remember Hao Ge's Double Ninth Festival banquet." He said with a cold expression.

Li Anqi looked at Ling Luo, feeling utterly bewildered.

She gestured for Liuyun to clean up the mess on the floor, then spoke to Lingluo.

"Are you confident about the Double Ninth Festival banquet in a few days? The Emperor is already seriously ill, and this matter cannot be delayed any longer, lest it jeopardize the overall situation for Your Highness."

Ling Luo suddenly looked at Li Anqi, his deep, dark pupils like a deep lake, with something flowing secretly at the bottom.

"I originally had only a 30% chance of success; with you, I had a 60% chance; now that the situation in the court has changed, I have a 90% chance."

Li Anqi slowly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I will do my utmost to assist you."

Ling Luo stared intently at Li Anqi, her previous resentment completely vanished.

Something flickered in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly and imperceptibly turned up.

On the Double Ninth Festival.

Li Anqi and Ling Luo rode in the same carriage, embarking once again on the road to Cangming Mountain.

Li Anqi took a deep breath and glanced sideways at Ling Luo beside him.

A moment later, she slowly got up and sat down opposite her.

Ling Luo also got up and sat down next to her.

She paused for a moment, then stood up again, intending to sit down opposite her.

But Ling Luo grabbed her hand.

Li Anqi quietly looked at his icy face, tugged at the hand that was being held by him, but still couldn't break free even a little.

Ling Luo suddenly exerted force.

Li Anqi was caught off guard and pulled into his arms.

Startled, a slight blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Don't move. You can choose to sit next to me or in my lap."

Ling Luo's tone was icy, his indifferent eyes fixed on her flustered almond-shaped eyes, and a faint blush crept onto the tips of her ears.

Li Anqi composed herself, pushed away his chest with a hint of annoyance, stood up, and sat down next to him angrily.

Ling Luo gripped the soft object in her hand, raised her head with a touch of arrogance, and a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

Hao Ge's Double Ninth Festival feast will not be held at Cangming Mountain Villa.

Instead, it is a viewing tower located on Lingyun Peak, the highest peak of Cangming Mountain.

Standing atop the viewing tower on Lingyun Peak, one can gaze into the distance.

The vast sea of ​​clouds, as white as snow, surged and rolled beneath my feet like a turbulent wave.

The majestic and magnificent mountain peaks, like pillars supporting the sky, pierce through the clouds and stand above the sea of ​​clouds.

Some mountains resemble swords pointing to the sky, steep and precipitous; others resemble reclining Buddhas, calm and serene.

The maple leaves covering the mountains are as red as fire, like a burning sunset, contrasting beautifully with the emerald green pines and cypresses, creating a colorful and breathtaking scene.

Looking up, the sky was as blue as a jewel, and several birds soared in the sky, adding a touch of liveliness to this tranquil and ethereal scene.

The area around the observation tower.

Several ancient chrysanthemums bloomed proudly in the autumn wind, their yellow flowers dotting the green leaves and emitting a faint, elegant fragrance.

Several ancient pine trees stand tall and straight, their emerald green needles still full of vitality in the autumn.

The dogwood tree beside them was lush and leafy, with bright red fruits hanging from its branches, adding a festive atmosphere to the Double Ninth Festival.

Besides Hao Ge, Zuo Sinian, and Su Liuyao, the other visitors were also present.

There was also an old man with white hair and a withered face.

In addition, there was a dashing young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in purple.

The old man was dressed in fine clothes, and his demeanor was both dignified and approachable.

Li Anqi could roughly guess that this old man was Grand Tutor Hao, the current emperor's teacher and Hao Ge's biological father.

Li Anqi also vaguely remembered the other boy in purple.

She remembered that in the horse racing competition two years ago, Ling Luo won first place, Li Anxiu came in second, and this boy in purple came in third.

Li Anqi only learned about it after Hao Ge's introduction.

This young man in purple was none other than Pu Jian, the glib-tongued Minister of Revenue.

Pu Jian and Hao Ge have been close friends since childhood.

Last time, Pu Jian was unable to attend the Shangsi Festival because his mother was ill.

The group sat around a table for a feast.

Enjoying chrysanthemums, tasting chrysanthemum wine, eating crabs and Chongyang cakes, and occasionally reciting a few lines of poetry, one can truly enjoy oneself.

From the moment Ling Luo first saw Zuo Sinian, she maintained a cold expression.

Zuo Sinian was overjoyed. He took the dogwood with strings of red berries hanging from his waist and put it in Li Anqi's hair.

"I'm giving you this dogwood; it will protect you and keep you safe."