Ming Shu was eating at the banquet from beginning to end, which really shocked many people present.
Had she been abused while she was missing? More importantly, how was it possible for her to stuff all that food inside her stomach?
Youâre the royal princess, shouldnât you pay attention to your noble image?!
âUncle.â Princess Rong Hua carried a glass of wine and walked to the seat next to Ming Shu, steps elegant and small. Her voice was so tender that it could be compared a puddle of spring water. âHereâs to you, Uncle, welcome home.â
Princess Rong Hua was standing in front of King Huai like an innocent lamb. Ming Shu felt that as long as one was not blind, one could tell what this little girl was thinking.
Ming Shu put her head on her arms, lying upon the table and looking at the two people next to her smilingly.
Princess Rong Hua and King Huai are biological uncle and niece?
Although in ancient times people didnât value much blood relations much, they didnât have the precedent of marrying a princess to a lord, a brother of the emperor, right? Is this world too terrible, or is it that Princess Rong Hua is too scary?
King Huai was unmoved by Princess Rong Hua. He just mechanically drank his wine, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
The shyness on Princess Rong Huaâs face was slowly replaced by grievance and embarrassment. She bit her bottom lip and tightened her hand around the wine glass. âUncleâŚâ
âBrother King Huai, whatâs this about? Rong Hua respects you, do you have to put on airs?â The emperor looked to the side, laughing still, but one could hardly tell his emotion or mood from his tone.
Hearing this, the ministers were startled again.
[Additional Task: Gain Hatred Points from Princess Rong Hua.]
What?
Ming Shu blinked. She had found out that additional tasks are based on triggering conditions. They often measured the âgoodâ points between two people. If zero, then the two are strangers and have no relation with each other; if negative, then the person could become a potential subject that Ming Shu needed to gain Hatred Points from.
When the negative value reached a critical point, the Harmony System would issue a task.
This triggering mode was figured out by Ming Shu on her own. It should be correct, but as to the specifics, only the Harmony System knew.
However⌠I didnât do anything just now! Why does Princess Rong Hua hate me more? Inexplicable!
But it doesnât matter. For the sake of the snacks⌠Iâm sorry, Princess Rong Hua.
âYour Highness, since Uncle is not willing to drink with you, allow me?â Ming Shu raised her glass and smiled widely.
Shen Ci had a good appearance, with white skin, delicate eyebrows, and tender as water. She was a typical Jiangnan woman. Now she was smiling like a bright moon, and her whole person was shining with gentleness. People couldnât bear to talk to her loudly.
If Princess Rong Hua was smart enough, she would follow the words of Ming Shu so that no one needed to feel embarrassed. However, Princess Rong Hua didnât care about Ming Shu at all. She didnât want to hear any words from Ming Shuâs mouth, so she directly rejected.
âWho wants to drink with you, Iâm talking to my uncle, is it your turn to speak?â
âRong Hua.â The emperor called Princess Rong Hua and pretended to be angry. âMind your attitude, you are talking to the royal princess, where are the manners of your daily studies?â
âFather!â Scolded by the emperor, Princess Rong Huaâs eyes suddenly turned red. âI am your daughter. Why do you speak for an outsider every time?â
She just couldnât understand, why did everyone think of a fake princess so highly? She was powerful, but she was also dependent on the royal family. Why did she, the orthodox princess, have to respect her?
The emperorâs face blackened. He was not really angry just now, but real anger started to gather. âRong Hua, is it that I have spoiled you?â
Princess Rong Hua probably sensed the change of tone of the emperor. She didnât dare talk back again, but she was extremely unwilling.
It was understandable that Princess Rong Hua was unconvinced at the bottom of her heart. After all, she was the biological daughter of the emperor. But every time it was she that was scolded. She just couldnât understand why.
However, if she didnât take the initiative to challenge others, whether it was the Host or Ming Shu, they didnât intend to play with her.
What the emperor worried about was the Heavenly Temple, for he needed the ability of prophecy. That was why he valued the Host. But it was hard to say how much of his kindness was sincere.
Actually, the real beloved one was Princess Rong Hua, but she didnât realize it.
âYour Highness, are you afraid of losing to me in drinking?â Iâm capable of provocation tactics as well.
âWho is afraid of you?â Princess Rong Hua gritted her teeth; she had to prove her power. âIâll drink! But itâs nothing interesting to drink like this, what about a race?â
âRong Hua.â The emperor frowned. âThis is not a place for you to play. Royal Princess, Rong Hua is still young, she doesnât know when to stop. Donât take it seriously.â
Offending the royal princess was the same as offending the whole Heavenly Temple.
The Heavenly Temple was a double-edged sword. If was not appropriately used, it would hurt the user. The former emperors had tried to weaken the power of the Heavenly Temple, but the results were unsatisfactory. That place was no longer under the control of the royal family.
Every time he scolded Rong Hua, he was trying to prevent things from going out of control and offending the Heavenly Temple. But she didnât understand his great pains.
Ming Shu smiled again before opening her mouth. âYour Majesty, thatâs nothing at all. Iâm young as well. Perhaps allow me and Her Highness to have a bet?â
The Host and Princess Rong Hua were indeed the same age, with a few monthsâ difference.
âWellâŚâ Since she came, it seems sheâs become a bit unpredictable.
Is itâŚ
His eyes fell on King Huai, who had stopped drinking and was focused on Ming Shu. King Huaiâs staring was cold and strange, not like watching a familiar person.
Is he thinking more?
âFather, itâs just drinking wine, not something dangerous like fighting with weapons. Thereâs nothing to be scared of.â Princess Rong Hua waved her hand. âTake the wine. And this, this is my stake.â
Princess Rong Hua took out a dagger.
Judging from the look of the ministers present, it was estimated that the dagger was not a common knife.
The emperor didnât stop her, which was an acquiescence to the bet.
âWhat about you?â
âWhatever you want from me.â Anyway, the Heavenly Temple would pay the debt for her.
And⌠itâs impossible for me to lose.
Where do you think all those snacks have gone for all these years?
âDeal, thatâs what you said, and no take-backs.â Princess Rong Hua continued immediately. She liked drinking since she was a child. It may be a bit exaggerated to say that a thousand glasses of wine wouldnât get her drunk, but common people were not comparable to her, that was true.
This was also why the emperor didnât try to stop the bet.
More importantlyâŚ
Shen Ci seemed a bit strange.
The strong fragrance of wine was floating in the air, forming an intoxicating atmosphere.
Two same wine glasses were placed in front of the girls, each of which was filled with strong liquor.
âI want to drink too, I want to drink too.â Mu Ze suddenly got up. Deep in the bottom of his eyes he revealed a little worry, and he shouted, âI want to drink.â
Ming Shu looked up at him for a while, and Mu Ze kept shaking his head: Donât drink it.
But in the eyes of outsiders, he was just going crazy. Ming Shu gave him a meaningful smile. Well, it seemed the prince really liked the Host in the beginning.
Everyoneâs appreciation was worth being cherished.
But some peopleâs appreciation was always coming late.
Shen Ci⌠has left this world, all right?
âTake the prince away.â The emperor waved to the guards. He didnât seem to be willing to see his stupid son.
âLeave me alone, I will drink wine.â Mu Ze resisted.
âLet go of meâŚâ
âIâm not leaving, I want the wine.â
âLeave me aloneâŚâ
Mu Ze struggled hard but was eventually taken away.
The eunuch director, who was temporarily playing the role of the referee, stood in the middle of the two. He breathed into his belly, then gave the order: âBegin.â
The competition was very simple. Whoever first finished the wine on the table, then completely wrote out the Chinese characters set by the emperor, would win.
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