During the New Year's Eve Banquet, as soon as Xiao Yuan sat down, he quietly told Anning about the Eighth Prince.
Anning was taken aback and turned to look at Xu Xianjun.
Xu Xianjun had applied thick powder on his face, and the rouge was quite heavy, likely used to cover his complexion.
He still carried the gentle smile he usually did, appearing very calm and peaceful.
Anning briefly held Xiao Yuan's hand: "I know about this matter, don't worry."
When Emperor Feng Jing arrived, everyone rose to pay their respects. Emperor Feng Jing, with a smile on his face, sat down and announced a general relaxation.
Everyone took their seats, and Emperor Feng Jing raised his cup in a toast to heaven and earth.
Every year's palace banquet is the same, the procedures are generally similar, so Anning and Xiao Yuan were not surprised at all. After Emperor Feng Jing spoke a few words, the palace banquet officially began. Anning whispered to Xiao Yuan: "It's snowing outside."
