After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The more he thought about it, the more restless and anxious Abao became.

While he was distracted, he heard another maid, Lu Lang, reporting in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's Young Marquis Xie."

As soon as A Bao waved his hand to stop the sedan, Xie Wuai lifted the curtain of the sedan door.

Po handed over the blanket, "Why are you here at this time?"

"I was afraid that you might be anxious waiting, so I came to talk to you first." Xie Wuai used a blanket to sweep the snow off his shoulders, then took the hot tea handed to him by A Bao, took a sip, and said, "I have finished everything you asked me to do, sister."

Ah Bao hummed, and then asked, "Are you going to wear this to the banquet later?"

As she spoke, she looked Xie Wuai up and down in a teasing manner.

The young man was still wearing the dark blue uniform with arrow-sleeves and cloud pattern, and had his hair tied in a high ponytail. He had no sense that he was about to meet the emperor.

"That's not very righteous of you, sister."

Xie Wuai winked at A Bao and laughed heartily, "I am attending the banquet today, dressed as a beggar. Does that prevent His Majesty from giving me the position of the royal sister's legal husband?"

Po chuckled silently, which was considered as his agreement.

That's right, no hindrance at all.

In her previous life, she had sought permission from the old emperor in order to marry Pei Guichen legally.

That night, the old emperor hit her head with the imperial seal. When her vision was blurred by the blood mist, the old emperor cursed her angrily, and only then did she know the old emperor's plan.

As a woman, Abao ascended to the position of crown prince. She had to balance the forces of all parties, to win them over, to contain them, or to suppress them. Her marriage was an extremely useful tool.

The old emperor refused to adopt a child from the royal side branch, so Abao's position as the legal husband would have to be given to the royal side branch to reassure the princes.

Xie Wuai's mother is Princess Huimin, who comes from the Xuanyuan royal family, and his father is Marquis Xie, who controls the Zhenxi Army. Marquis Xie's mansion is a century-old prestigious family in the imperial capital with deep roots.

He has royal blood, but his surname is Xie.

Xie Wuai was chosen by the old emperor and was the most suitable candidate for Abao Zhengfu.

"You are the only one who is smart!"

Ah Bao sighed, raised his hand and pinched Xie Wuai's handsome face, "Don't say that again in the future. If someone with ulterior motives hears it and makes a fuss about it, it will be troublesome again."

Xie Wuai tried to dodge, but failed to escape A Bao's clutches. He could only protest strongly, "Royal sister, I'm grown up now, you can't pinch my face anymore!"

"Even if you are in your seventies or eighties, I am still two months older than you, so I can always pinch your face!" A Bao deliberately stretched out her hand and pinched it again, praising: "Well, I finally understand why Xuanji likes to pinch your face. It feels good."

Xie Wuai was very angry, but there was nothing he could do.

But when Xuanji was mentioned, Xie Wuai's attention immediately shifted, "Royal sister, did Xuanji write to you? She has been traveling for a long time."

Xie Wuai had a sad face and sighed.

A Bao patted his shoulder and comforted him in a soft tone, "Don't worry, Xuan Ji is protected by Master Da Chu, she won't get hurt."

"You should go to the East Palace and find Lan Ying to change your clothes." A Bao said seriously, "We must uphold His Majesty's honor."

Xie Wuai was most impatient with all these drinking and banqueting, but since his own sister Abao had spoken, he dared not disobey.

He lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, jumped up, and disappeared in the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

By the time Abao's procession arrived at the Yuji Palace, the plum blossom viewing banquet had already begun.

The hall was filled with guests, and the ceremonial officer announced loudly, "Her Royal Highness Princess Diyang! Here she is!"

The beaded curtain that blocked the wind at the palace door slowly opened—

A Bao was wearing a dark gold silk skirt with white Shu brocade. As she walked steadily towards the front of the hall, the hem of her skirt rippled like water and the silver embroidered patterns seemed to come alive.

Because it was snowing outside, Ah Bao wrapped herself in a white fox cloak with a brocade bottom when she got off the sedan chair, which made her look like a noble and luxurious flower standing proudly in the wind and snow.

Ah Bao bowed to the old emperor and said, "I am late, and I apologize to the emperor for being late."

The old emperor was still in a bad mood, but he did not blame Abao for being late.

The old emperor casually gave her a seat and glanced at Concubine Wen.

Concubine Wen understood and chuckled as she looked towards the east seat of the Yuji Palace, which was to Abao's left.

"Yun Zheng and A Bao, it's been many years since we last met."

When A Bao heard the name 'Yun Zheng', his heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Yunzheng, Xiao Jingyue's biological brother, favors Xiao Jingyue completely unreasonably.

With the cover of the wine glass, A Bao secretly looked to his left, but unexpectedly, the young man also looked over there, and their eyes met.

The young man had his hair tied up and wore a crown, a black robe, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was extremely handsome. Under the shining night pearls in the hall, his black pupils were fixed on her.

She looked back, looking straight into the depths of his dark pupils without hesitation.

It turns out that Xiao Yunzheng has never changed.

No matter how lively the surroundings were, there was always no trace of life in his eyes.

Like a desert with no end in sight, barren and dry.

Ah Bao picked up the luminous cup and called out, "Cousin Yunzheng, I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are doing well."

Everyone else's eyes were focused on them, some were probing, some were speculative, their gazes were like arrows, wishing they could stare holes through them.