The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Chapter 127 Welcome

The old emperor originally wanted to take this opportunity to let Yuan Yi bring Fan Yue back to the palace to live for a while.

In order to let Fanyue get familiar with the environment of the palace, Yuan Yi submitted a memorial saying that he was seriously ill and could not get up. He kept delaying until the day before the banquet.

The man who was about to die in the memorial appeared in front of everyone the next morning with the Crown Princess, looking energetic.

"Didn't the prince say he was seriously ill?"

"It's quite serious. Maybe it's because I thought about meeting Yuan Yan today and it made me feel better overnight."

"Very good, very good," the emperor nodded.

Gu Fanyue looked at the still kind old man in front of him. He really couldn't imagine that he would be the one who would harm Yuan Yi.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Yuan Yi was so warm and his concern for Yuan Yi was so sincere.

Is all this fake? If all this is fake, then I can only say that the person in front of me is unfathomable.

"The Crown Princess is here." Yuan Junhe smiled so much that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. He waved to me, Fanyue, to come closer.

"Since Yue'er married into the Prince's Mansion, she has never come to the palace to pay her respects. I hope your Majesty will forgive me for my lack of etiquette." Fan Yue bowed obediently.

"It's okay, it's okay. You have to accompany the prince and take good care of him. It's your biggest responsibility. I think the prince is in good spirits because of your care. After the national banquet, I will reward you."

"Thank you, Father."

Today is Chen Liang's big day, everyone is dressed very solemnly, even Yuan Mo can't help but stand there happily in a bright red coat.

Standing next to her was Fan Qiu, her eyes never leaving Fan Yue.

Especially when the emperor called Fanyue over, she was really worried, but after observing the expressions of the two people, she felt relieved as they seemed to be fine.

Fan Yue turned around and nodded to Fan Qiu as she passed by her.

In this kind of situation, everyone has their own place. So I only had time to nod and tell my sister that I was fine.

"Hey, why does Old Seven look a little bit low in spirits?" Yuan Yi glanced at Yuan Ye who was standing in front of him.

The Crown Prince, the Crown Princess, Yuan Ye who was the chief welcoming historian, and the Emperor stood in the first row.

Yuan Ye felt that he had lost weight. He was dressed very solemnly today, in red and gold. He stood in the middle holding the sword that symbolized the royal family of Chen Liang. He really looked like a god of war. Standing in front.

Only Yuan Yi, who was standing nearby, could see how tired he was.

"Humph, I see you look much more energetic." Yuan Ye glanced back, "Of course I look much more energetic. The new pillow I got from you is really nice."

Yuan Ye turned around and found Yuan Yi standing behind him.

"Why are you running behind? Stand forward."

"I won't. Hey, stand still and block the wind." Yuan Yi coughed twice more.

Yuan Ye was too embarrassed to look back because he was holding a sword, but the moment he turned his head, one could see contempt in his eyes.

"Why do I feel like you've become less and less of a human being since you got married?"

"Yue'er taught me a saying, 'A red man becomes redder if he keeps company with a red man, a black man becomes blacker if he keeps company with a black man.' You are saying this in a bad way about Yue'er."

"Yuan Ye stood in front with his eyes closed and sighed. I was just saying that you were not good. Have you been beaten back to your original form?"

As soon as Yuan Ye said this, he couldn't help but wonder if he had said it wrongly. This was really just a joke, but would Yuan Yi think that he was implying that he was a demon fetus?

"I……"

But he did not hear Yuan Yi's voice. He turned his head slightly and saw Yuan Yi, who was anxiously communicating with a palace servant next to him.

Yuan Yi gestured with his hands to move a chair for him. The palace servant didn't dare to do so. But in the end, Yuan Yi had no choice but to move a chair for him.

Yuan Yi sat on it like an old man.

"Father is still standing, are you sure you want to sit down?"

"No, I'm a patient and I'm very tired. You can't let me suddenly faint, foam at the mouth, and twitch all over when the people from Yuanhuang come. That won't look good."

Yuanye rolled his eyes even more. But for some reason, he felt warm inside.

The fatigue from the upcoming national banquet and the slightly nervous feeling of being the first to welcome the emperor on such a grand occasion were relieved.

"I heard that Lao Liu can come back too."

"Oh, your brother is also big and small."

"Yuan Yi, why are you so talkative lately?"

"Because I cough less now. You know, I recently found a good cough medicine. I used to want to talk, but I coughed whenever I talked. It was so annoying.

So I don’t want to talk any more.”

Yuan Ye breathed a sigh of relief in front.

After the emperor finished talking to Fan Yue and followed the direction Fan Yue was walking, the old emperor saw Yuan Yi already sitting there.

It was not a comfortable seat. He leaned on the handle. Disgust flashed across his eyes.

The exit is indeed "Ah, Prince, you must be tired. Sit down quickly."

At this time, a minister from the Ministry of Rites came out. "This is not in accordance with etiquette. We welcome foreign envoys at a national banquet. We have to stand to welcome them to show that our country is a country of etiquette. How can he sit here? As a prince of a country, you must set an example."

Yuan Yi immediately changed into his usual weak appearance. He couldn't even sit up straight. He started to cough. His eyes were full of grievance. He said weakly, "Father, I have embarrassed you. I will get up now."

His brows were slightly furrowed, tears welled up in his eyes, and he sighed slightly.

He looked up at the old minister again.

Just as the old minister was about to say something, he heard the emperor say, "Thank you, my dear minister. Please go down."

"Well, this is understandable. Your Highness, please take a seat."

Xie Aiqing changed the etiquette in a trance.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Seeing Yuan Yi sitting down, Fan Yue's first reaction was worry."

Yuan Yi playfully closed one eye, and Fan Yue cooperated by walking up to him and patting him on the back, her eyes full of worry.

"I'll move a chair for you later." "No, no, I'm afraid of being scolded."

Seeing Fan Yue coming over here, Yuan Ye turned around and greeted him, "Yue'er is here."

"Hello, Seventh Prince. Long time no see. This is really beautiful. Is it your weapon?"

"No, this is just a symbol of Chen Liang."

"Like you said, the Imperial Sword is usually just a symbol of status. It is in Chen Liang's best interest for Yuan Ye to represent the Emperor to receive the diplomatic envoys today."

"Yes, he is right." Yuan Ye was about to explain to Fan Yue when the person sitting there finished talking.

"Turn around quickly. You are a symbol of status. Pay attention to your image."

Yuan Ye rolled his eyes again, and could only turn around with a serious face and stand in front.