Zhou Taipu's words made Jin Xueyuan's expression become more and more serious.
Seeing that Jin Xueyuan stopped talking, Mrs. Zhou bowed slightly, then turned and left.
After a while, the personal maid came to Jin Xueyuan and said softly: "Princess, why don't you have a meal first? No matter how many things you have, you have to eat before you can deal with them."
Jin Xueyuan sighed softly, turned to look at the falling snowflakes outside the window, and murmured: "I can't eat, you go out first, I will be alone for a while."
The maid looked at Jin Xueyuan's sad look and couldn't help but kneel down and said tremblingly: "Princess, you have been working hard for the crisis in the country during this period and have never really smiled. Everyone knows the princess's worries, but you can't.
It's just that I'm anxious and have no other solution, but I ask the princess to have mercy on me. If this continues, the princess's body will collapse before the matter is resolved."
Jin Xueyuan smiled bitterly and said: "I really don't have any appetite... Anyway, just make me a bowl of porridge."
The maidservant was extremely happy. She stood up, picked up her skirt and ran out.
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The heavy snow that has filled the capital for several days stopped for a while in the afternoon.
The people in the capital thought it would be sunny in the next few days, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, even heavier snow fell from the sky.
In the thousand-year-old imperial city, new snow covers the old ice, and it is covered with silver.
But in the evening, the East Palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
Today's East Palace is extremely busy in recent years.
Because the crown prince wants to entertain the North Korean envoys.
Now Emperor Daxing is seriously ill and the Crown Prince is supervising the country. Therefore, this banquet can actually be regarded as the first time a prince of the Qin Empire has received foreign envoys. In the past, this was a power that only the emperor could exercise.
But now the situation is complicated, and this special case came up by chance.
Both the imperial court and the East Palace paid great attention to this.
No matter what the domestic situation is, Qin State, as the suzerain state of North Korea, will definitely have nothing to say in such formal diplomatic occasions.
The Ministry of Rites came forward to arrange the arrangements, and Honglu Temple was responsible for the implementation. All etiquettes were thoughtful and comprehensive.
The carriage of the North Korean envoys, escorted by eight cavalrymen in front and behind, cleared the way and stopped at the gate of the East Palace.
Jin Xueyuan, who was dressed in formal attire, came out of the carriage. Wearing a Qingluan hairpin, she looked up at the solemn and majestic East Palace Palace, which was decorated with lights and colors everywhere, making it look very lively.
Since the Imperial Palace of Joseon Dynasty was built in imitation of the Forbidden City in Beijing, Jin Xueyuan was no stranger to the architectural style and decoration here.
She stepped on the embroidered couch and got off the carriage with the support of her maid. At this time, Xu Yuanda, the Minister of Rites, came up with a group of officials responsible for the ceremony.
"The prince has decreed that the banquet from the foreign kingdoms should be grand, but the current time is special and not suitable for grand display, so tonight's banquet will be simple." Xu Yuanda cupped his hands and said to Jin Xueyuan.
Xu Yuanda's words didn't sound wrong at first glance, but his tone was full of the superiority and condescending arrogance of the Celestial Kingdom. Jin Xueyuan didn't find it strange. North Korea was just a vassal state, and Qin Dynasty was the suzerain state.
It's just not equal.
"Princess of a small country, I would like to thank Heaven for your grace. In everything, I will obey the instructions of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Jin Xueyuan said softly.
Looking at Jin Xueyuan, who was dressed like a lady in a painting with the snowflakes in the background, even though Xu Yuanda was in his fifties, he still felt a little unbearable.
I heard that the Joseon Dynasty was a poor place, but how could a princess be so beautiful?
Chapter completed!