Chapter 34: The Cold Imperial Master Invites You to Enter (17)
Chen Yu's eyes were smiling and his gaze followed Sang Tian's movements.
Because Sang Tian’s little face was flushed when she ran over.
She spread her arms, turned around in front of Chen Yu, then raised her arms and put her hands under her chin to make a blooming gesture.
"How is it?!"
Chen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at Sang Tian, the corners of his lips curled up and he nodded slightly, "It looks good, very good."
After hearing the satisfactory answer, Sang Tian followed Chen Yu into the hall.
As soon as they entered the hall, everyone's eyes were fixed on Sang Tian and Chen Yu.
They seemed to be here to get married, and Chen Yu's eyes were always on Sang Tian.
For a moment, even the emperor did not recognize Sang Tian. He opened his eyes and wanted to see clearly who had captured Master Chen.
It was not until Sang Tian called "Father" sweetly that the emperor finally reacted.
He stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.
This kid Chen Yu had refused to surrender before, but now his eyes are full of his daughter.
Because Chen Yu was unwilling, he was exhausted and tried every means to make Sang Tian give up. Now he wants to piss off the stubborn national master.
The emperor coughed lightly and waved his hand to signal the two to sit down.
The other people in the hall also realized that the person who came in was not some stunningly beautiful goddess but the infamous Princess Sang.
For a moment, some of the noblemen and unengaged young officials in the palace secretly looked at Sang Tian.
These people had all been whipped by the original body before, so when they saw the evil-looking Sang Tian, they couldn't take their eyes off her.
Chen Yu saw all of this, and remembered everyone who had seen Sang Tian in his heart.
Sang Tian sat at the lower left of the emperor, and Chen Yu sat opposite Sang Tian.
Sang Tian looked at the table full of food and started eating without caring about anything else.
Chen Yu on the opposite side frowned slightly.
Could it be that the pastries attracted her more than him? Could it be that her love for him was just talk?
When he thought of this, Chen Yu tightened his grip on the teacup, and a crack instantly appeared on the cup.
Sang Tian didn't realize that she hadn't stopped eating the cakes.
Just after taking a bite of the osmanthus cake, the emperor's voice suddenly rang out.
"Princess Sang is now seventeen years old. If anyone here is interested, please bring it up on the spot."
As soon as the emperor said this, Sang Tian almost choked to death on a bite of cake she hadn't swallowed. Fortunately, the palace maid behind her handed her a cup of tea in time.
The young talents who originally didn't dare to raise their hands took one look at Sang Tian and immediately raised their hands.
Du Chenlan, who was sitting in the back, had a gloomy look in her eyes. Her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, but she couldn't even feel the blood.
When she saw Chen Yu wearing red clothes, she even changed into red clothes to match him, but now she looked like a clown.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Sang Tian and Chen Yu were dressed like a couple.
The undercurrent was surging here, and Sang Tian shrank her head in front of her and dared not make a sound.
Chen Yu took a sip of tea and looked at the men who raised their hands dangerously.
Very good to add.
He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, raised his butterfly-like eyelashes and looked at Sang Tian opposite him.
"Princess Sang, why is she silent? Does she look down on the people present?"
Sang Tian stared at Chen Yu in disbelief.
It would be fine if he didn't help, but now he actually dares to say such things!
Sang Tian was so angry that she laughed. Then she curled her lips and smiled, her eyes fell on those talented people, "The national teacher is right, then I have to take a closer look!"
As soon as Sang Tian finished speaking, the teacup in Chen Yu's hand shattered into pieces with a "bang".
Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Yu calmly waved his hand and took the handkerchief handed to him by the servant.
"Sorry, I used too much force."