Chapter 32: The Consequences of Anger

  The eunuch respectfully placed the paper on the table in front of the Emperor and Empress, and when the Emperor saw the flying colors of the words, he was slightly stunned.

  Everyone else's handwriting was elegant and compact, a poem written in the middle of the paper, taking up less than half of it. However, Ying Lao Tou's bold and vibrant characters filled the entire page, with his name squeezed into the corner.

  She just said she only wrote part of the poem, and the most important reason is probably that she couldn't write it down.

  This is not the key point, the key point is that her face is still quite recognizable.

  Yan'er had just casually pulled out a sheet, but that full sheet of black and white was clear enough to be discerned with just a little bit of residual light.

  So, did Rong Er really choose randomly?

  Yaner's carelessness is probably...

  The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly.

  "Meng Fu Ying, how? How could it be her?" The empress, who had slightly leaned forward, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she saw the paper, with a face full of astonishment and a voice filled with incredulous shock, or even a hint of anger.

  While Meng Fuying was eating snacks, she heard the empress calling her name and subconsciously raised her head. When she saw the paper in the emperor's hand, she was completely shocked.

  The pastry that had just been put into the mouth and hadn't had time to swallow was stuck hard in the throat, unable to go up or down.

  One breath was stuck there, and the small face turned red with suffocation. No, because of that black disguise, the color couldn't be seen on the face, only the neck slowly turning red.

  Meng Cu Ying quickly grabbed the teacup on the table, poured it down, and finally swallowed the pastry that was stuck in her throat. However, she drank too hastily and was choked, coughing violently.

  Heavens! She's a famous doctor, yet she almost choked to death on a pastry.

  The ringleader, however, continued to sip his tea slowly, and a hint of suspicious faint smile seemed to be hidden in his slightly lowered eyes.

  Of course, the strange emotions he had at that moment were absolutely impossible for anyone else to capture, especially since that person was also present. Since he came in, his eyes had never truly left him.

  All the other girls were glaring at her with anger and jealousy, wishing they could just choke her to death.

  "Are you so excited? The queen glanced at her quickly, with a hint of sarcasm, "Don't even know the rules, look at yourself."

  Excited? Which eye did she see her excitement with, wasn't that almost fatal just now?

  "Yan Er, how can it be her? Look at her..." The queen looked at Meng Cui Ying with dissatisfaction again, then turned to Xuan Yuan Yan, discussing with a hint of caution.

  No matter what, it can't be that girl.

  It can be seen from her subconscious caution that she still has some fear of Xuan Yuan Ye.

  "Is there a difference?" Xuan Yuan Ye's eyes sank, coldly interrupting her words. The icy voice seemed to lower the temperature of the entire grand hall by several degrees.

  But in that coldness, there seems to be a few hints of impatience.

  Is there a difference?

  Meng Fu Ying's eyes slightly rounded as he asked if it made a difference?

  Is there a difference? Isn't there a difference?

  This is a big deal in marriage, he thinks it's just playing house, what's the difference?

  There was a hint of anger in Meng Cuo Ying's eyes.

  What does woman mean in his eyes?

  Something that may or may not exist, an accessory that makes no difference whoever it is?

  He can be whatever he wants, but don't drag her into it, as long as he doesn't drag her in, he's free to do whatever.

  The crown prince's eagle-like sharp eyes glanced at Xuan Yuan Ye again, and flickered slightly.

  "Of course, there's a difference. You are the best prince of our Xuan Yuan dynasty..." The empress paused for a moment and continued to say, but suddenly realized that the crown prince was also present, so she hastily added, "one of them. So, your princess can't be too bad either. Meng Fuying was originally a bit silly, although she's better now, but still not good enough for you."

  This time, Xuan Yuan Ye didn't speak again, but his face seemed to get even colder, and the hand holding the cup tightened slightly.

  The queen, facing his icy expression, didn't dare to speak to him rashly again. However, after she said that Meng Fu Ying wasn't worthy of him and he didn't respond, the queen's heart felt a few more points of secret delight. Then, she turned towards Meng Fu Ying, her eyes once again hiding a few points of mockery.

  "Meng Fu Ying, what kind of excellent man is the young master? The woman who can match him must be intelligent and beautiful, proficient in music, chess, books, and painting. What about you? Do you understand music?" She didn't dare to offend Xuan Yuan Ye directly, so she could only start with Meng Fu Ying.

  "I don't understand." Meng Fu Ying replied with a calm face, she naturally understood the Empress's meaning, so at this moment she was happy to cooperate.

  She had never even touched a zither since she was a child, she was an orphan, and couldn't learn that sort of thing.

  "What about chess? Can you play?" The queen's lips curled up slightly with a hint of pride, and she continued to ask.

  "No." Meng Fu Ying's tone became even more calm and collected, without a hint of hesitation. Before the Empress could finish speaking, she cut in.

  She is skilled at chess because she likes quietness and especially enjoys playing chess. Generally, she can play any kind of chess, but at this moment, she doesn't mind telling a small lie.

  A low, mocking voice echoed through the great hall once again.

  "What about the painting?" The queen's smugness at the corner of her lips became even more apparent, and there was also a hint of secret delight in her voice.

  "Nor will it." A calm and somewhat innocent reply, without a hint of regret or disappointment...

  Xuanyuan Ye's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of anger seemed to flash quickly across his eyes.

  "So you think you're worthy of the Seventh Prince?" The queen finally made a conclusion, and at this moment, her face had a few more satisfied expressions. It's good that this girl has some self-awareness.

  Used to be a fool, still not clever now, easy to deal with.

  "Of course, it's not worthy." This time, Meng Bufei replied even more matter-of-factly, her voice echoing throughout the grand hall.

  Every word is clear, every word is firm.

  And her lips curled up slightly with a cold smile, seemingly angry yet mocking.

  She doesn't want much, just a man who loves her, cares for her and respects her, but he is taking marriage as a joke, no matter how excellent he is, he is not the one for her.

  Moreover, Xuan Yuan Ye might become the emperor of the Xuan Yuan dynasty in the future. At that time, with three thousand concubines in the harem, she wouldn't want to share a man with other women.

  A person who doesn't have her in his heart will never be worthy of her. So it's not that she is not worthy of him...

  The emperor remained silent, wondering what he was thinking about?

  The queen's eyes were filled with a satisfied and triumphant smile.

  While everyone despised her, they also secretly rejoiced in their hearts, after all, perhaps next time, they would have another chance.

  Xuanyuan Ye's hand grasped the cup tightly again, and his slightly closed eyes seemed to hide something once more...

  "Yan'er, Miss Meng herself feels that she is not worthy of you, so why don't you choose another one? After all, this is not a trivial matter." The empress turned to Xuan Yuan Yan again and said in a low voice, "Miss Meng still understands reason and won't be overly suspicious."

  "Yes, Your Highness doesn't need to bother with me, I won't mind." Since the Empress had already spoken up, Meng Cuiying softly said, the Empress's words were clearly reminding her, after all she was still afraid of her father's power, so she naturally had to cooperate.

  Anyway, for him, there is no difference, women, in the eyes of these men, have no status at all.

  At most, it's just satisfying their desires and vanity.

  So, I believe he wouldn't want to marry this 'useless' and 'ugly' woman either? Maybe after drawing her, he would regret it himself.

  After all, he is the Seventh Prince who has just risen to power and is admired by everyone.

  So she was more than happy to let him choose again, those Misses were all better than her...

  Xuanyuan Ye's body stiffened slightly, and his back straightened up a bit.

  Standing behind him, Su Feng was slightly startled. He knew that the young master had gotten angry this time. How long had it been since he last saw the young master get angry? But at this moment, the young master was truly furious.

  The consequences of Your Highness getting angry...

  Swift Wind couldn't help but shiver with cold.