The atmosphere of harmony and hidden competition in the East Palace Dinner Hall lasted until the end of the dinner.
Many guests got drunk and left the venue one after another.
Zhao Wujiang also stood up and chose to say goodbye. He and Lin Yu walked out of the hall and passed through the corridor with plum blossoms on both sides.
The plum blossom fragrance is not strong and a bit dull.
Zhao Wujiang looked lazy, but his eyebrows were extremely sharp.
He stood in the dim corridor and looked back at the door of the banquet hall, where a delicate figure was walking quickly.
"Your Highness?" Lin Yu also noticed that Su Xiaoyao was approaching.
"Yeah." Zhao Wujiang nodded.
Lin Yu quickly walked to the other exit of the corridor near the East Palace, guarding there to ensure the safety of His Highness while not disturbing the possible subsequent conversation between His Highness and Su Xiaoyao.
Su Xiaoyao's figure gradually approached and appeared in the corridor, gradually changing from a fast pace to a slow pace.
She straightened the messy hair around her ears, tucked a few hanging strands behind her ears, and then bowed:
"His Royal Highness King Yin."
"Miss Xiaoyao, what's wrong?" Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, but his eyes that couldn't be seen clearly in the dim light were dark and deep.
"I..." Su Xiaoyao wanted to say something, but the words came to her lips and she found it difficult to speak.
"If nothing happens, please come back." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile:
"It's cold in the night, and it's not as warm outside as in the hall. If you come out rashly, I'm afraid the prince and Su Yunyao will be worried."
"His Royal Highness Prince Yin." Su Xiaoyao's voice suddenly became a little urgent. She knew that Prince Yin was reminding her not to get too close. After all, she was from the prince's lineage.
But tonight, she felt the genius of the man in front of her, as well as his calm and leisurely demeanor. When talking about the past, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and when talking about his identity, he was not domineering.
This figure quickly coincided with the figure she had always imagined in her mind.
At the beginning, King Yin wrote the two poems that seemed to express his admiration and love. She knew that this was probably King Yin's intention.
She didn't know how to respond.
But just as the dinner was coming to an end, the atmosphere in the palace became strange again. It seemed harmonious, but in fact she could tell that the prince was secretly fighting with King Yin.
In the end, King Yin simply said goodbye and left.
She knew that the real battle for the court and the throne might have just begun.
Once it starts, King Yin may never show any affection to her again.
This is not what she wants, at least what she doesn't want to see now.
There was a trace of luck and hope in her heart, and she was looking forward to some stories about talented people and beautiful women.
"Your Highness Prince Yin, I..." Su Xiaoyao tried:
"In my spare time, I also wrote some poems. If your highness is free, can you take a look at it for me and see if there is anything that needs to be revised..."
This is Su Xiaoyao's test. If King Yin agrees, it means there will be a sequel between them.
But if King Yin refuses, it means that no matter what the situation is, whether it is unintentional or to avoid suspicion, she and King Yin will almost never get closer.
Maybe just like the talented man and the beautiful woman in the story, they couldn't be together in the end because of their positions.
Does my cat do backflips? Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly:
"Well, that's it.
Then just send the message to Prince Yin's Mansion.
If there is nothing else important, I will return home first. "
Su Xiaoyao's slender hands couldn't help but squeeze the corner of her sleeve. King Yin agreed, which made her a little happy, but there was a sense of alienation in King Yin's tone, which made her feel a little disappointed.
She nodded and bowed, indicating that nothing happened.
Zhao Wujiang showed no hesitation. Yun Danfeng turned around lightly and walked out of the corridor. Lin Yu followed him respectfully, and the two of them gradually disappeared into the desolate night.
Su Xiaoyao in the corridor stared blankly in the direction the man was leaving, feeling indescribable melancholy in her heart.
Previously, when the man was in the main hall, he took the initiative to chat without caring about the guests' opinions, and even wrote such a direct and graceful stunning poem.
This proves that the man should be interested in her.
But just now, he acted a little indifferent again.
In addition to avoiding suspicion, are there any other reasons?
