In the vast and gorgeous hall, the ministers were offering congratulations one by one, wishing His Majesty a long life.

The shock and loss brought to everyone by the imperial edict of enthronement has been calmed down. After everyone has recovered from calmness, they toasted the empress enthusiastically and respectfully, and toasted Fengjun Hepingjun, who had just been enthroned.

Nan Mohao didn't say a word, but he still looked taciturn and cold and alienated.

Wen Renyuan and Pei Yuyang's eyes flew past the two people sitting beside the empress, and each of them drew a deep arc in their eyes, and they raised their feet to walk towards their seats.

The banquet in the palace was nothing more than lively, with cups and cups, singing and dancing. The officials had smiles on their faces, whether they were sincere or fake, and they said some disagreements to each other, absent-mindedly admiring the graceful and enchanting dance postures of the dancers.

The only difference between today's banquet was the sudden ups and downs of the ministers' emotions, because the biggest accident occurred - the Regent entered the harem.

Many people think that besides Zhengjun, even if you want to be second best, you can only get the position of Pingjun or Guijun, and this person should be Feng Weiyu.

But the final result was beyond everyone's expectations - for all officials, this does not mean any good things.

Everyone couldn't understand whether the empress likes the prime minister or doesn't like it?

If you don’t like it, why did you support him?

Isn’t it just to make such a young man stand high as the prime minister to compete with the Regent? The current performance is really hard to see through.

The ministers were puzzled and couldn't help but sigh. They all said that the emperor's heart was unpredictable, but it was true.

Besides, Your Majesty is still a woman, so this mind is even harder to guess. Don’t people often say that women’s hearts are needled under the sea?

The palace banquet was calm, but the Prime Minister was a little silent. In the eyes of outsiders, his condition was obviously a frustrated reaction, but only Feng Weiyu himself knew that he was completely controlled by an emotion called anxiety. Even if he was complacent, he could not force himself to smile.

A strong ominous premonition was shrouded in his heart, which tortured him so much that he was panicked. Now he was like a frog boiled in warm water. The water temperature increased little by little, but he was blocked from all the chances of escape. He could only passively stay in the pot, waiting for the warm water to boil and take his life bit by bit.

He was unwilling to surrender or wait for death, but he had no choice.

As if he had lost his arms and direction overnight, he even felt a hand tightly squeezing his fatal vitals, leaving him unable to escape, and could only wait sadly for the verdict of fate.

But until now, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Why did his fate suddenly change so much? He didn't even know where he exposed his flaws...

Zixi's eyes passed through everyone, as if inadvertently landing on Feng Weiyu's face with a stiff expression, and the wine cup in his hand was elegantly sent to his lips.

She took a sip of the palace wine, and casually closed her eyes to cover up the cold and thin luster in her eyes.

The birthday ceremony of the empress's ruler is one of the most important events in the palace, and it requires a banquet for three consecutive days.

Seventeen and eighteen have passed two days.
Chapter completed!