The empress saw her carefully prepared speech being mercilessly punctured by him, and hurriedly turned her face away in embarrassment, her gaze shifting left and right, until she felt uncomfortable under his stare.
Only then did she involuntarily lower her voice and say: “Mother, Mother is doing this for your own good. If you would obediently attend the Hundred Flowers Banquet, would Mother need to go to such lengths?”
The so-called Hundred Flowers Banquet was a pretext for the empress to invite all unmarried noble maidens from the royal palace, hoping her only son would choose a wife from among them!
However, Qi Chenxuan could see through them at a glance, directly responding impatiently: “I’ll pass on the Hundred Flowers Banquet!” Such a matchmaking feast – he would never attend. The thought of those guys’ sniggering faces made him shudder!
Yet he was also clear that his mother would not let him off easily after arranging this for so long. His handsome eyebrows involuntarily furrowed as he said reluctantly: “Do I have to marry someone to make you feel at ease?”
“You little brat, you’re becoming more and more disrespectful! Everything I’ve done is for your sake, I…”
Hearing this, the empress was about to jump up and argue, disregarding her dignified status as the mother of the nation. But when she saw the impatience in Qi Chenxuan’s eyes, she quickly changed her tone: “No, no! As long as you agree to marry, Mother will never bother you again!”
“This is what Mother said!
Qi Chenxuan inexplicably showed a relaxed expression, then reached past the empress, directly pointing at someone behind her: “If Mother really wants to see me married, then fine, I’ve decided – I’ll marry her!”
And that “her” was the curious little palace maid hiding in the nearby flower bushes, watching their heated argument – me, Fei Xiaoran!
Is she the type you like?
“Huh?” The empress quickly turned around, easily spotting me in the distance. After carefully examining me, she hesitated and turned back, asking him: “Xuan’er, are you sure… she is your type?”
The so-called “type” here referred not to status, but to body shape.
