"In this regard, I believe I know better than you, Prince." Gu Qingheng's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold.
Qi Jingyun frowned slightly, but then smiled and turned back to his seat.
Only then did the chill around Gu Qingheng slowly dissipate.
Yang Ruxin reached out and held his hand, giving it a squeeze: "Are you jealous?"
Gu Qingheng laughed: "Yes, but I'm quite proud. Such an outstanding wife is mine, they can only be anxious..."
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but laugh.
The hall began to buzz with activity, as everyone started drinking and chatting.
Only Jiu E was left dumbfounded; there was nothing before him, not even a piece of the radish served earlier, and now, to listen to the music and watch the dance, one should have wine, but he didn't even have a cup of water in front of him. It was as if the Emperor of the Xuan Dynasty had forgotten him.
