Start in exile? The princess flew a fighter plane to blow up the palace

The next day.

It was just dawn, and the streets were still filled with morning fog.

The palace was already decorated with lights and colorful, and it was full of people.

The emperor, empress, ministers and their female relatives were all present.

Some people rejoice, others worry.

Beiming Emperor sat happily above, looking at the daughters of various families below, filled with joy and secretly mocking Jun Jiuye:

He thought Jun Jiuye would take revenge on him, but it turned out that he wanted to imitate him and add people to his harem.

Hahahaha, so stupid.

Thinking that everyone is like him and not close to women, he hopes that the harem will have as many beauties as possible.

That treacherous son still thought he could cause trouble for him? Hahahaha, I didn’t expect it. He couldn’t wait to fill up the harem for a long time. If it weren’t for the fear of impeachment by officials, he would have postponed the concubine selection ceremony himself without Jun Jiuye taking action.

This time, Jun Jiuye took action, and he was happy to see the results.

Here, Emperor Beiming was smiling happily, but the queen sitting next to him had a gloomy face, staring viciously at the seat belonging to the regent. Under the luxurious and beautiful sleeves, his hands were tightly clenched into fists.

Bitch!

He had finally cleaned up the harem, and now all that was left were those who were controlled by him and surrendered to him.

This bitch actually held a concubine selection ceremony without his permission!

Yesterday, she knew about this and went to stop it. Unexpectedly, the bastard's subordinates threatened her with the excuses of her mother's clan.

"Your Majesty, will the concubine selection ceremony begin now?" The official in charge of the ceremony saw that the auspicious time was approaching, and His Majesty was still sitting leisurely on the high platform, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Usually this kind of ceremony officially starts when the emperor comes. But just now the emperor came over, took a quick look, and sent someone to send a message, telling him to postpone the start until the auspicious time is approaching, and the emperor has no intention of starting. Meaning, he couldn't help but become anxious.

This is an auspicious time, so it is unlucky!

Emperor Beiming raised his eyelids, looked at the official who stepped forward to remind him, waved his hands in a leisurely manner, and said:

"Don't worry, this is specially organized for me by the regent. The regent hasn't come yet, so wait for him. After all, it is his filial piety."

Wait!

Why don't you wait?

From now on, the traitor won't be able to see his happy look. He thinks he has succeeded in causing trouble for him, but that won't work.

Just when everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, a sharp shout came into everyone's ears.

"The Prince Regent has arrived—!"

A black and gold soft sedan was carried by eight guards wearing black attire and carrying swords, and slowly entered everyone's sight.

Jun Jiuye leaned lazily on the soft pillow, holding his chin with his right hand, his eyes half-closed as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Madness!

Seeing his posture, Beiming Emperor's good mood disappeared instantly. He looked at him coldly. After a long while, he smiled an ugly smile and said dotingly like a loving father:

"How old are you kid? You're still lying in bed. I'm waiting for you. Come and take a seat."

Hearing this, Jun Jiuye raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, then looked away, and did not answer anything. He let the guards carry him to his seat, and then he got down from the sedan chair slowly.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the official in charge of the main hall suddenly remembered that the emperor had just said that he would wait for the regent to arrive before starting the ceremony. Now the regent also came.

He immediately took a step forward and announced the start of the ceremony, which just solved the embarrassment of Emperor Beiming.

Beiming Emperor glanced at him approvingly, and stopped provoking Jun Jiuye. Instead, he showed all his joyful and expectant mood to Jun Jiuye.

"Now let's start the talent show. Which lady comes first?"

Following the words of the official in charge of the ceremony.

Wen Ziyi stood up impatiently, glanced at Jun Jiuye secretly, with a look of determination in his eyes, raised his white neck, like a proud swan, and said confidently:

"My daughter is not talented, but she is willing to perform first!"

Jun Jiuye's appearance just now was too arrogant and arrogant.

she likes!

If she can marry into the prince's palace, she can stand next to the prince and see the world with him with a smile!

When the prince resisted the decree before, he must have been deceived by that foxy girl. Today, he behaves well and shows the prince what it means to be a lady! What does it mean to have both ability and political integrity!

With himself as a comparison, the prince will no longer look at that foxy girl.

You have to behave yourself.

"That's right!" Beiming Huang waved his hand and nodded with a smile.

Wen Ziyi gently brushed his body to thank him, twisted his waist, and came to stand in the middle of the stage.

Wen Ziyi was wearing a white gauze dress. As the music played, her sleeves waved, and countless petals fluttered upward from the sleeves. She was bathed in the rain of petals and twisted her waist gently.

From time to time, she spun and danced, like a butterfly playing in the flowers. After finishing the dance, she quietly looked at Jun Jiuye secretly, wanting to see if he was attracted by her dancing.

Unfortunately, Jun Jiuye always looked half-dead, not even bothering to raise his eyelids, and just sat on his seat in a daze.

"Okay! Prime Minister Wen's granddaughter is indeed very talented. Reward!" Beiming Emperor laughed in a dignified manner.

Although Wen Ziyi's dancing was average in his eyes, after all, he wanted to install her as an informant in the Regent's Palace, so he had to raise her status.

Listening to the Beiming Emperor's cheers, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Jun Jiuye's lowered eyes.

His right hand gently tapped on the handle of the chair.

A figure saw Jun Jiuye's hint and left the scene quietly.