Ordinarily, a woman of Zheng Qingyun's background is not qualified to come to the Zhu family's inner residence.
After all, the Zhu family has produced queens, and all Zhu family women are extremely arrogant. Whether it is Zhu Fengying, who was the most powerful at the beginning, or Zhu Lian, who endured humiliation and heavy burdens after marrying into Prince Ding's palace for ten years but still remains dignified, they all inherited the legacy of the queen.
The women of the Zhu family naturally looked down upon the singer. Even Li Shishi, who was famous in Bianjing, was criticized more than praised.
Only when he looked at Zheng Qingyun, his heart was full of admiration and joy.
Who knew that Zheng Qingyun was the sister recognized by Zhu Lian, and the concubine whom Zhao Huan kissed.
For the Zhu family members, whether they hugged Zhu Lian or Zheng Qingyun, they could get closer to Zhao Huan and reach the sky in one step.
Naturally, all the women flattered and catered to her.
"Miss Zheng is indeed the person that the prince has chosen. She is indeed stunningly beautiful."
"Where is the beauty? Sister, you are calling it a misnomer! She is clearly beautiful."
"That is, only a woman like Li Shishi can be described as beautiful."
"Hahaha, in short, Miss Zheng is also a natural beauty. When she marries into the royal palace, she will surely enjoy endless glory and wealth for the rest of her life."
"I heard that in order to obtain the title of county king for Miss Zheng, the prince did not hesitate to make a big bet with your majesty, dragging a person's head from a high mountain as a bargaining chip?"
"What a wonderful story about a hero becoming a beauty."
Although the words of the women were full of flattery, the envy in their hearts was real.
To the powerful and famous people in Bianjing, Zhao Huan was naturally vicious and domineering, and his expression turned pale.
But for women, he is a first-rate husband.
Putting aside the distance, the Zheng Qingyun in front of him soared into the sky, landed on a branch and turned into a phoenix just because of his encounter with King Ding.
Zheng Qingyun is thin-skinned, how can he withstand such sugar-coated bullets?
"It is a gift from the prince that I can enter the palace. I am always grateful in my heart."
"Finally a hero and a beauty... In my heart, the prince is indeed a hero, but I may not be a beauty."
Hearing this, Aunt Zhu, the most senior person present, couldn't help but start teasing her.
"Hey, Miss Zheng is too modest, isn't she? With your looks, aren't you considered a beauty?"
"Then aren't we all ugly?"
"Looking at the entire Bianjing, how many women can overwhelm you in terms of appearance alone?"
Zheng Qingyun was said to be even more shy, but she was sincere and actually started counting in front of the girls.
"My sister is so dignified and majestic that I cannot compare to her."
"Master Li is more beautiful than any other, she is the real beauty."
"Although I have never met Queen Xiansu, I heard from the prince that if we could go back ten years, Queen Xiansu's beauty would be enough to impress the capital. Even though she has commanded the harem and has grown older, she will still be both beautiful and majestic."
"I come from a small family, so naturally I don't dare to compete with the real rich and powerful people in the capital."
At first, the girls only flattered Zheng Qingyun, but they did not expect that this girl was so favored by King Ding that she would be so humble.
The girls immediately had a good impression of Zheng Qingyun.
Although Zhu Lian also appreciated Zheng Qingyun's humble and gentle character, he secretly sighed in his heart.
Xiaoxia and Chen Yushu have been secretly observing Zhu Lian's reaction in order to protect the Lord as soon as possible.
Seeing that Zhu Lian seemed a little disappointed, the two girls immediately understood Zhu Lian's thoughts. They must have felt that it was difficult for Zheng Qingyun to become a real princess, and she would always be a little cotton-padded jacket for Zhao Huan...
After all, this is Bianjing, where good people are bullied and good horses are ridden.
As a majestic princess, if she cannot act alone, the palace will naturally have no majesty.
However, Xiaoxia is very happy. No matter now or in the future, the palace can only have one princess, which further proves that Zhu Lian is irreplaceable.
The inner house is bustling with activity, and the front yard is no less busy.
There was an endless stream of tribesmen and congratulatory guests coming to the banquet.
Juniors such as Zhu Peng stood at the gate to greet guests, while hosts such as Zhao Huan and Zhu Bocai met distinguished guests in the lobby.
Any officials below the fifth rank, or those below a marquis, are not qualified to enter the lobby at all.
The guests that Zhao Huan could receive were naturally the high officials of the court.
Many people came to the inner court, Cai Jing was also present in person, and even Chen Zhao, taking advantage of his father Chen Dayou's connections, shamelessly squeezed into the lobby.
While the maid was watching the tea, Zhu Bocai kept winking at Zhao Huan and whispering reminders.
"Cai Jing came uninvited. I'm afraid the person who came is not good."
Zhao Huan grinned and signaled to his father-in-law, Lao Taishan, to calm down. The uninvited ministers of the court were all expected. Just watch how they play out the show.
Han Mulu had been so depressed these past two days that he wanted to die.
First he lost money in a gambling game, and then he was punished by His Majesty and lost half his rank. The most important thing is... Cai Jing didn't say a word to him during the whole process.
This caused many ministers to feel that Han Mulu had fallen out of favor. He used to be bustling with people around him, but now he was deserted.
The huge contrast was really hard for Han Mulu to accept.
In order to regain power and become Cai Jing's right-hand man, he could only bite the bullet and continue to fight against Zhao Huan to show Cai Jing his worth.
"Ever since Genyue's fundraising meeting ended, Bianjing hasn't been so festive for a long time."
"I'm here to feel happy. Please don't be offended by Prince and Master Zhu."
"But... I still can't figure out the reason for today's banquet?"
Uncle Zhu couldn't help but smile, and sighed in his heart, what was supposed to come finally came.
When Tsai's gang members show up, it's bound to be up to no good!
Faced with Han Mulu's hypocritical inquiry, Zhu Bocai could only respond patiently.
"I have been away from Beijing for many years, which has caused the relationship between the Zhu family and the royal family to become increasingly cold. Today's big banquet is a way to restore friendship."
Hearing this, Han Mulu let out a long "Oh" with seriousness.
"In other words... there is no reason?"
Zhu Bocai's face darkened, and his tone became stiff: "Didn't I say that? I am a fellow cultivator, that's why."
Han Mulu laughed out loud immediately: "This is not a reason."
"Since His Majesty held the fund-raising meeting, I would like to ask Minister Bianjing, has anyone ever held a banquet of this scale?"
"His Majesty has long said that everything should be kept simple and state affairs should come first."
"In this atmosphere where the whole country pursues the trend of diligence and frugality, it would be inappropriate for the Zhu family to act so arrogantly without justifiable reasons, right?"
Zhu Bocai had always abided by the rules, and he really didn't know how to refute Han Mulu, so he could only pick up the tea cup and pretend to drink tea, but in fact he reminded Zhao Huan, good son-in-law, it's your turn.
Zhao Huan leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes never looked at Han Mulu at all. He was always looking at the pretty maid of the Zhu family with a critical gaze.
"It's really inappropriate."
Hearing Zhao Huan's words, Han Mulu's eyes lit up: "The prince also admitted it?"