Feast

Xia Qingyuan glanced over there coldly, a faint look of unhappiness on her face. Then she averted her gaze.

The carriage continued forward, and then landed softly in front of the platform.

Upon the platform, the host of the feast, Old Man Xiao, smiled. The people around him all bowed and said, "Welcome Queen, welcome Princess."

The people here were all Queen Xiao and Xia Qingyuan's elders, but they still had to show courtesy to them. That was proper etiquette.

"Father, I have come to celebrate your birthday." Queen Xiao stepped out of the carriage with Xia Qingyuan following behind. Everyone's eyes were suddenly drawn there. Just her silhouette was enough to give them an idea of her beauty.

"Grandfather!" called Xia Qingyuan. Their guards presented their gifts. Queen Xiao smiled and said, "These are from the Emperor."