On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

The first day of September is the Autumn Harvest Festival of Wanhua Kingdom.

Agriculture is the foundation of a country. On the day of the Autumn Harvest Festival, farmers in the village will bring good wine and food from every household, set up a few tables in the fields, and have a delicious meal.

After working hard for more than half a year, all the hard work has finally paid off. Having this meal means that the whole family no longer has to guard the fields all day long and can do something they like.

On this day, a grand golden autumn banquet will also be held in the palace. The Imperial Chamber of Commerce will send food, wine, and goodies from all over the country to the palace for the current emperor to enjoy with the ministers and their families.

Inside and outside the palace, the whole country was immersed in a peaceful atmosphere. But there is one exception, or the type of person he represents, and that is the businessman.

Wen Yidi came to the palace early before dawn today. He knelt on a high platform prepared for him in front of the main hall, euphemistically calling it atonement.

In Wanhua Kingdom, all businessmen are guilty. They bought the fruits of hard work of farmers and craftsmen at very low prices and sold them at several times the price.

It is precisely because of these evil people that the common people live a life of silence. After working hard for a whole year, I can only keep food and clothing for the family.

Fortunately, the late emperor was wise enough to banish all the merchants in the world. They are not allowed to take part in the imperial examinations or be drafted into the army. If one generation is a businessman, they must be a businessman from generation to generation.

Among them, the leader of businessmen in the world - Wen Yidi of this generation of the Wen family, is represented. He needs to kneel in front of the main hall for a whole day on the Autumn Harvest Festival in order to seek forgiveness from the people of the world.

After hearing the words of Deng Wanyu, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, Xu Shihuan couldn't believe it. Wanhua Kingdom's taxes on ordinary people are extremely low, but the taxes on merchants are terrifyingly high.

Wool comes from sheep, so merchants can only raise prices higher and higher in order to pay taxes. Which of the huge expenses in the palace and the annual military pay in the frontier areas is not obtained through the hands of merchants and from the hands of the common people?

"Will people really believe this?"

Deng Wanyu didn't expect that Xu Shihuan would ask such an "innocent" question, with a slight smile in his eyes:

"So what if you believe it, so what if you don't believe it? Most people just want someone to vent to, and they don't care about the truth behind it."

After saying that, she glanced at Wen Yidi who was kneeling high up and said softly:

"This eldest son of the Wen family also has a hard life."

Xu Shihuan wanted to know something more from her, but Mrs. Xu's voice came over:

"Shi Huan, the banquet is about to begin. After the banquet is over, you will have plenty of time to catch up with Wan Yu."

She had no choice but to say sorry to Deng Wanyu and quickly walked to Mrs. Xu's side. She also didn't see that Miss Deng's eyes were staring in Wen Yidi's direction, with countless worries in her eyes.

The emperor gave the order and the Golden Autumn Banquet officially began.

Xu Shihuan followed Mrs. Xu, called countless people, and listened to countless polite compliments. Perhaps she thought that Xu Shihuan would definitely marry one of the second or third princes, but no one asked about her marriage.

The lights are brightly lit, there is singing and dancing, and the wine and food are delicious, making people so happy!

Halfway through the banquet, the third prince suddenly spoke:

"Father, I just heard that many ladies have prepared programs for this golden autumn banquet. I really can't wait."

These three princes were the most favored by the emperor among the princes. After hearing what he said, the emperor immediately ordered that the ladies from each family should not be restrained and could perform to their heart's content.

Xu Shihuan instantly understood that the third prince was creating opportunities for Duan Qinglian. Sure enough, as soon as the emperor finished speaking, Duan Qinglian stood up and said loudly:

"My servant is dull and has no talent, but she prepares a piece of embroidery. May the tree of flowers be evergreen all year round, the flowers bloom forever, and the water flow forever."

After saying that, the two maids raised the embroidery high and respectfully handed it to the eunuch's hands.

Silk threads of a hundred different colors shine under the light, and the frame made of golden nanmu also shows an attractive golden color.

As expected, the emperor was overjoyed when he saw the embroidery and immediately asked the eunuch to deliver it to the Queen Mother.

Queen Mother Shen looked at the embroidery carefully, her originally calm face became a little happy, and she also became interested in Miss Duan who presented the gift.

"This embroidery is really thoughtful. The calligraphy is well-written, and although the stitching technique is ordinary, you can tell that it was embroidered stitch by stitch by myself. I wonder which noble family's daughter is so smart and ingenious."

Hearing this, Duan Qinglian was overjoyed and quickly responded:

"Going back to the Queen Mother, my daughter is Duan Qinglian, the daughter of Mr. Duan, the Vice Minister of Zhongshu."

The Queen Mother nodded slightly, wondering how this honest Duan Ruhai could give birth to a daughter with such a flexible mind. She did not directly say the words of reward as Duan Qinglian wanted, but said lightly:

"understood."

Duan Qinglian looked unwilling, but she could only retreat obediently. When other ladies who had prepared performances saw this situation, no one dared to step forward for a while.

Seeing this, Xu Shihuan slowly stood up and said in a loud voice:

"My daughter Xu Shihuan wants to perform a dance!"

The emperor didn't like the coy behavior of other ladies. When he saw Xu Shihuan saying that he wanted to dance, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and immediately said yes.

In the center of the hall, the palace people moved quickly and quickly set up the stage. Xu Shihuan was about to go to the side hall to change clothes, when a palace maid walked towards her and bumped into her.

"My lord, please spare my life! I didn't do this on purpose!"

Time was running out, so Xu Shihuan had no intention of pursuing the matter and simply asked the palace maid to retreat. But when she came to her senses, she found an extra piece of paper in her hand.

Xu Shihuan avoided the eyes of others and quickly scanned the note with his eyes. The note actually said:

The side hall is dangerous, don’t go there!

She quickly found an excuse and asked Deng Wanyu to accompany her to change clothes elsewhere.

Wen Yidi was still kneeling on the high platform in front of the main hall. When he saw that Xu Shihuan did not go to the side hall, he felt relieved.

He never expected that under the emperor's eyes, someone would actually have the intention to destroy Xu Shihuan. Just now he clearly saw four or five men sneaking into the side hall, and then he vaguely heard the sound of Xu Shihuan about to perform a dance.

Fortunately, he had a few available people in the palace in recent years, so he passed the note out at the risk of being discovered.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and Wen Yidi shivered all over from the cold. He didn't know whether what he just did was right or wrong. Xu Shihuan's move tonight was clearly to steal the limelight of the hundred-year-old painting.

But for some reason, he just wanted Xu Shihuan to dance a song. He wanted to know which one was better, his 100-year-old picture or her dance.

Even though he was kneeling on the high platform, he was not even qualified to watch Xu Shihuan dance.

The weather is really getting colder.