"Your Majesty, how come Emperor Yuanshou got there..."

Seeing Chu Jingming's surprised and shocked look, Song Tingjin understood that the effect he wanted was achieved. With a smile on his lips, he patiently explained to Chu Jingming: "It's very similar to Mingcai, right, but it's just something I suddenly found occasionally.

She's just a dancer. She happened to be a very good dancer, so she was brought to the palace to dance."

While talking, Tan Que carefully peeled a grape and put it into Song Tingjin's mouth. He held the grape in his mouth, his hands were not idle, he took Tan Que's waist and pulled him into his arms, and towards him.

A kiss on her cheek.

Song Zhiyu stood in a corridor, her back leaning against a pillar, her head lowered, looking at the embroidered shoes, and mentally calculating the time it would take Song Mingcai to get here.

"Song Zhiyu?!"

With an exclamation, Song Zhiyu raised her head and saw Song Mingcai looking at her in surprise, but since he seemed to be doing business, he wanted to bypass Song Zhiyu and leave in a hurry.

"When you see me, you can't even show the courtesy. But remember, the late emperor didn't grant you this right, right?"

Song Zhiyu looked at Song Mingcai's back lazily, moved her eyes down, and saw Song Mingcai clenching his fists, laughing for a moment, and continued: "I have a broad heart, and I don't pursue anything. I would like to congratulate the imperial sister on marrying to Nanchu, and be a good prince.

Concubine."

These words were floating around Song Mingcai's ears like flies. She hated Song Zhiyu's constant mention of these words to her. She could also tell that Song Zhiyu was completely gloating about this scene.

She gritted her teeth, glared hard at Song Zhiyu, stamped her feet, "We'll see!"

After saying this, Song Mingcai ignored Song Zhiyu and walked angrily towards the Qiankun Hall.

Inside the Qiankun Hall.

There were a group of dancing girls below for people to watch. Song Tingjin held Tan Que in his arms. He turned his head slightly. He wanted to take a bite of fresh fruit, but he smelled of alcohol.

He immediately frowned and wanted Tan Que to move the wine away. Chu Jingming was still here today, so he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of him.

"Your Majesty, it's just a little drink. I think the Prince of Nanchu won't say anything."

Hearing this, Song Tingjin stared at the wine and hesitated for a moment without moving. Today, for Chu Jingming, he deliberately took out the wine that he had treasured for a long time.

Now that the wine is in front of you, it will be a waste if you don't drink it.

"Just a little drink should be fine." Song Tingjin murmured in a low voice, stretched his neck and drank the wine handed over by Tan Que in one gulp.

But how could Tan Que let him go so easily? After he finished one drink, Tan Que got one drink after another.

After drinking the cup, Song Tingjin soon felt obviously drunk.

Tan Que watched Song Tingjin's reaction from the sidelines. Seeing that he was almost drunk, he gave the dancer a look, while he slowly stayed aside and said nothing.

Song Tingjin opened his cloudy eyes and his face was very red. He looked around confusedly, and his eyes quickly locked on the dancer.

He frowned, feeling strange in his heart that Song Mingcai was actually dancing for him in a dancer's costume?!

But then I thought about it, Song Mingcai often gave him some surprises, and maybe Song Mingcai gave him a surprise today.

Thinking about it, a slightly lewd smile appeared on Song Tingjin's lips. He rubbed his hands and stood up from the dragon chair. Perhaps because of his drunkenness, he felt that his steps were weak, and the scene in front of him had a sense of déjà vu.
Chapter completed!