"The birds say he's faking illness and is in the Serene Snow Pavilion," Little Kingfisher reported truthfully.
"Let's wait and see."
Lin Qingluo rubbed her forehead helplessly: "Let's see what kind of game he's playing, I hope it won't be disappointing."
"All right, I will report to you when the drama unfolds."
Little Kingfisher stood on the beam of the Mental Cultivation Hall, from above, she continued to enjoy the drama heartily.
Inside the Mental Cultivation Hall, the sound of a zither being played melodiously echoed. About a dozen dancing girls were dancing gracefully, their soft waists rotating with the melody.
The ministers were toasting and drinking, their cups clashing.
The Empress and the Emperor sat shoulder to shoulder in the main hall, the highest place in the center, with the three imperial princesses, and the Prince, seated on the left and right sides respectively.