Yu Wenquan's words marked the end of today's unexpected "farce" at the celebration banquet.
Yu Mingyue's face was deathly pale; even the bright candlelight in the grand hall couldn't dispel the shadow in her eyes at that moment. Instead, it made her panic and disappointment painfully obvious; on the other side, Yu Wencheng had already shrunk his neck, not daring to speak. The few ministers who had previously gathered around them also buried their heads deeply, as if in regret or fear of being discovered.
Fortunately, no one paid them any more attention.
Because as soon as Yu Wenquan finished speaking, Shang Ruyi immediately bent down to pick up the wine cup from the table, raised it high, and said, "Thank you, Father. I raise this cup to His Majesty, wishing our Emperor and country everlasting peace and stability!"
"Good!"
