"You can't say that. At least he is so humble and conciliatory, and may not be able to make the emperor and empress feel compassionate and guilty, and then give some other compensation." Zixi said, "Besides, it's nothing wrong to celebrate at night. The ministers will still go what they should go."

After all, he was the prime minister of the dynasty and ranked first among all officials. Who dares not to give face to the ministers?

The Prime Minister's Mansion should be very lively tonight.

At this time, Su Jin was half lying on the soft couch in the princess's palace, pinching the gold-burning post with slender fingertips, quietly lowering his eyes and looking at it for a long time, as if he could see something on this post.

There was no obvious emotion in Qingjun's face, but his eyes were like waves, and his cold and deep colors kept surging.

"Your Highness, Princess." The maid's respectful salute sounded, breaking the long silence in the room.

Su Jin raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman wearing a black waisted robe who walked in with the cold wind. He stood up from the couch and greeted her with a clear and charming voice: "Your Highness is back."

As he said that, he raised his hand to help the woman take off her cloak and turn around and hang it on the rosewood hanger.

Chu Ning walked into the inner room and glanced at the invitation he had put on the short table, "Su Xiang's birthday?"

Su Jin paused slightly, turned his head to look at the post, and nodded: "Yes."

"Why didn't you go?"

Su Jin turned his eyes and looked at her with a steady look: "I'm waiting for Your Highness to go together."

Su Jin went back to Su Xiang’s birthday party in the past two years alone. He was a concubine’s son. Although he was not valued by his family, he was a son and filial piety was the first priority.

My father's birthday party said he would go back to anything.

I didn't go with Chu Ning in previous years because he felt that the identity of the prince-consort was embarrassing.

Although the concubine's son had no status, the concubine's son in the prime minister's family still had the right to get fame. He used to claim to be a scholar, arrogant and arrogant, and was unwilling to admit his identity as a prince consort, so naturally he was even more unlikely to go back to pay his birthday to his father as a husband and wife.

However, this year is different.

"Your Highness knows that my legitimate brother has always been unfriendly to me. He suffered another loss in the princess's mansion. If I go back alone tonight, I am afraid I will be bullied by them."

Su Jin raised his hand, tucked Chu Ning's hair with slender fingers, and his voice was low and lazy: "Can you go with me?"

Chu Ning raised his eyes and looked at him silently.

Su Jin raised his mouth lightly, and a star-like brilliance poured out from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Chu Ning didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, the two brought gifts and took a carriage to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

They didn't come early.

Almost all the guests who should arrive at this time have arrived. Many carriages were parked outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, and those who were in and out were all well-known high-ranking officials and important officials in the court.

However, even so, when the carriage from the Princess's Mansion stopped outside the gate, the air still calmed down almost without notice.

As soon as the car stopped, Chu Ning and Su Jin who were sitting in the car had not got out yet, a man's joking voice suddenly sounded outside: "Huh? Isn't this the carriage from the Princess' Mansion?"

Su Jin was about to get up, but suddenly he paused when he heard the sound.

A cold light flashed through his eyes almost without notice, and he sat back slowly.
Chapter completed!