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nChapter 84: Gasps After Gasps

nYue Qiqi thought Luo Yuyan was suggesting this with her heart in the right place, she was genuinely stoked by this.

n“Yuyan, that does make sense, doesn’t it? You know what, I will go talk to father now, I’m sure I can convince him.”

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nLuo Yuyan nodded repeatedly in approval, “Of course Qiqi, I’m sure General Yue will support you.”

n‘Qiqi, please make this happen, I cannot just sit back and watch that little bitxx Luo Qianqian gets all she wants!’

n‘Luo Qianqian, get ready now, you think you can just marry Prince Eighth and have a perfect life? You think you can be superior to me and my mother! No way!’

n‘How dare you even dream of marring Prince Eighth? Daughter of a concubine like you, time to wake up!’

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nLuo Yuyan got more and more excited, she couldn’t wait to attend the gathering and witness how humiliated and embarrassed Luo Qianqian would be.

nWith that in mind Luo Yuyan and the Luos walked in the palace, the seats were arranged by ranking.

nThe emperor and the consorts were seated at the seats of honor, Murong Yun was supposed to take the first seat on the left side instead of the Crown Prince Mu Chaoyang.

nMu Chaoyang dared not to object this arrangement, he knew he couldn’t afford to mess with Murong Yun at this point for he was fresh out of jail and the emperor was still unhappy about his doing.

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nMaster Lingtian sat next to Murong Yun, and Mu Chaoyang was seated at the third seat, Prince tenth sat next to Mu Chaoyang.

nAnd the officials sat according to the ranking.

nMurong Xue took the first seat on the right side, and the other princess took the seats next to Murong Xue according to their mother’s ranking. And the young ladies of the officials took their seats according to their father’s ranking. Murong Xue took the first seat because she was the emperor’s favorite daughter even though she was the youngest among all the princesses.

nThe officials all took this occasion as a great opportunity to fawn upon Mu Chaoyang, and they had no idea Mu Chaoyang was put in jail not long ago.

n“Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince!”

n“How have you been, Your Highness the Crown Prince?”

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n“You look great, Your Highness the Crown Prince!”

nThe compliments incessantly lingered on since Mu Chaoyang took his seat.

nLuo Yuyan had been staring at Mu Chaoyang as well since he appeared in the hall, but what Luo Yuyan did better than other young ladies was Luo Yuyan’s eyes weren’t glued on Mu Chaoyang, her stare was a bit reserved with some admiration conveyed.

nMu Chaoyang swept across the young ladies who were sitting opposite, his eyes landed on Luo Yuyan.

nThey had met each other before, but they had never talked to each other or even being introduced to each other properly.

nLuo Yuyan was all dolled up this day, she was wearing a pink gown made of silk which flattered her complexions a great deal, the rouge she put on her lips and cheeks made her as pretty as a painting, and the most attractive feature was her eyes, to be accurate it was the tenderness and love exuding through her eyes.

nMu Chaoyang’s eyes travelled on Luo Yuyan, ‘What a pretty little creature!’

nMu Chaoyang did a little calculation in the heart, ‘Prime Minister Luo’s daughter, pretty, smart looking, hmm, wife material.’

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nBut soon Mu Chaoyang changed his mind and thought about Luo Qianqian, he met Luo Qianqian in the tavern that afternoon, and he had been thinking about Luo Qianqian the whole afternoon, Luo Qianqian was such unrivalled beauty!

nMurong Yun and Luo Qianqian hadn’t arrived yet, Prime Minister Luo would crane his neck to peer from time to time, wondering where they were.

nThe two deliberately loitered outside for they both hated socializing with people, and now they were wandering around in the Palace while sitting on the carriage.

nWhy could they sit on the carriage?

nBecause Murong Yun was Prince Eighth.

nFeng Qing was back as well, he was sitting on a carriage with Su Liancheng.

n“Here comes His Majesty!” Announced the eunuch.

nPeople rose their feet and knelt on the floor, “Greetings to Your Majesty, Long live Your Majesty!”

nThe emperor marched in the hall with great strength and vigour along with the consorts, quite a formidable array.

n“You may rise.” the emperor took his seat, then his consorts took their seats respectively.

n“Here comes Prince Eighth! Here comes Lord Su!” soon there came the announcement from outside.

nLuo Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief that the eunuch didn’t make a scene about her arrival, she refused to draw any more attention on herself.

nMurong Yun and Luo Qianqian walked together, while Su Liancheng and Feng Qing walked behind them with a drooping head respectfully.

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nMurong Yun was the only prince who was allowed to take subordinate to the hall this night, Murong Yun earned himself this special treatment.

n“Yun, you are here, take your seat.” the emperor smiled.

nThey became the center of attention since they stepped foot on the hall, especially Luo Qianqian and Murong Yun. Audible gasps went around the hall as they appreciated Murong Yun and Luo Qianqian’s pretty faces, they wondered who was this girl and why she got to stand next to Prince Eighth!

nAnd they rubbed their eyes, Prince Eighth was holding the girls hand!

nThe girl was merely fifteen or sixteen years old, she was simply an exceedingly beautiful young lady in an effortless way, she was in a plain white gown and she wore a simple hairdo, but she was one arresting beauty who had eclipsed all the other young ladies.

nLuo Qianqian’s face lit up when she saw Master Lingtian, she couldn’t help but sped up, wishing to greet Master Lingtian.

nTo her surprise, Murong Yun squeezed her hand and refused to let her go.

nLuo Qianqian shook Murong Yun’s arm and said, “We need to sit separately anyway, let go of me already.”

n“No we are not, my princess of course is sitting next to me.” was the answer.

nMore gasps rang in the hall since Murong Yun didn’t lower his voice.

nMurong Yun took Luo Qianqian to Master Lingtian, and Luo Qianqian bowed to Murong Yun, “Greetings, Master Shifu.”

nMore gasps.

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