The Doctor's Concubine: Don't mess with the evil princess

Chapter 118: King Yan appears, chapter performance

"His Royal Highness King Yan is here!"

Following this loud shout, everyone's eyes turned to the palace gate.

I saw Prince of Yan Li Zeqi slowly walking into the hall. He was wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with gold cloud patterns and a black fox fur cloak. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and there was a circle of black fox fur at his collar, which made his face look stern.

Her jet-black hair was neatly tied up and fixed with only an antique jade hairpin, which was simple and elegant.

His face was as cold and angular as if it had been cut by a knife, with sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples and eyes as deep as a cold pond. Just a casual glance at him could make people feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar and filled their hearts with fear.

There was no warmth in those eyes, as if they could see through all illusions.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

Li Zeqi looked around with an indifferent look in his eyes, without a trace of emotion.

Under his gaze, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the face. They were shocked, surprised, and terrified...

The foreign envoys from various countries smiled meaningfully, which was self-evident...

He is the son of Princess Nan Jing and was named King of Yan. People also call him "King of Hell" behind his back because he is ruthless and decisive. Anyone who crosses his reverse scale will suffer a bad end.

In the court, although Li Zeqi has a delicate relationship with the emperor, no one dares to underestimate his existence.

His stern face and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making people shudder.

Those who had tried to plot against him behind his back were all terrified, because once the Prince of Yan took action, it would be with such force that no one would be able to resist.

He knew that his identity was special. As a prince and the son of Princess Nan Jing, he would inevitably become the focus of everyone's attention.

Li Zeqi was not unaware of those who privately called him "King of Hell".

He never cared. In his opinion, only the weak would care about other people's opinions. What he wanted was to use his actions to let everyone know that he was not to be trifled with.

Li Zeqi walked to the foot of the high platform in front of the emperor, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said in a deep voice: "Your son greets you, father."

The sound is deep, powerful and clearly audible.

The emperor was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Because of his mother, the father and son had not seen each other for a long time.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of excitement, and said quickly: "My son, please get up quickly!"

Li Zeqi stood up as he was told, still standing with his head bowed. His stern expression had a hint of subtle tenderness.

The emperor looked at Li Zeqi, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I am very happy that you can come here today. Please take a seat!"

Li Zeqi walked to his seat and sat down as he was told.

King Cheng Li Shanglu glanced sideways, a hint of imperceptible complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and he quickly returned to his serious look. He raised his glass slightly to signal Li Zeqi, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Prince of Rong, Li Wenyuan, was beside him, looking at Li Zeqi with sparkling eyes, "Fourth brother, come and sit down! I haven't seen you for a long time! Do you have anything new and interesting?"

His voice was clear and childish, still childish and carefree.

Li Zeqi turned his head slightly to look at Li Wenyuan. The sternness in his eyes eased a little. He nodded slightly, very dotingly, "After the banquet is over, Fourth Brother will get it for you!"

Li Wenyuan immediately smiled, "Great! Fourth brother is the best."

Everyone looked at him sideways, as King Yan was quite special towards his fifth brother.

The Prince of Yan has always been cold and stern, never speaking politely to anyone, but he is so doting on his younger brother.

The prince was a little annoyed, and the appearance of Li Zeqi immediately stole his limelight.

He was originally the center of everyone's attention. However, the moment Li Zeqi stepped into the banquet hall, all eyes were instantly drawn to him.

This Prince of Yan always becomes the focus of everyone's attention inadvertently. Even though he has a bad relationship with his father, he still has such a strong aura.

Li Lingxiao took a sip of wine and tried to maintain his outward composure, but his slightly trembling fingers revealed his inner unrest.

At this time, Liang Wang Li Zhiyuan slowly stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the emperor on the high platform, and then said: "Father, I am fascinated by poetry, books, and landscapes. Today, I would like to take this opportunity of the winter banquet to present you with this painting, poetry, and calligraphy, a piece of tranquil beauty. I hope that you can feel the joy of the mountains and rivers and have a moment of peace in your busy state affairs."

The emperor nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes: "My son is thoughtful!"

After he finished speaking, a huge painting slowly unfolded in the center of the palace. It showed continuous mountains and rivers in ink-colored mist, as if bringing people into a poetic and picturesque world.

As the melodious sounds of stringed instruments rang out, several scholars in plain robes held brushes and splashed ink beside the scroll, their movements flowing like flowing water.

Next to him, a woman in a white dress opened her red lips and chanted a poem about mountains and rivers. Her voice was melodious and ethereal, like the sound of nature.

King Liang stood aside, closing his eyes slightly, immersed in this poetic atmosphere.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he was far away from the disputes in the palace and was surrounded by tranquil mountains and rivers.

The emperor praised: "I am busy with state affairs and rarely appreciate such poetic scenes. I am very pleased with your efforts."

He paused, and then said: "Since you are fascinated by poetry, books, and landscapes, you should use them to cultivate yourself and cultivate your character. In the future, you can also contribute to the cultural heritage of the country."

Upon hearing this, King Liang bowed again and said respectfully, "I, your son, will follow your father's instructions."

Then he stepped back to his original position with a faint smile on his face.

Next is the show at Chengwang Mansion.

Li Shanglu stepped forward steadily, bowed slightly to the emperor and the crowd, and said in a loud voice: "Father, all the lords and guests. For today's winter banquet, I have prepared a magic trick called illusion, and I hope to use it to add some magical colors to this banquet. The magic of illusion lies in its ability to transform the ordinary into the magical, to show the wonders of the world in a moment, and to make the impossible possible."

As soon as King Cheng finished speaking, a whisper broke out at the banquet.

A minister in green official uniform lowered his voice and said to his colleague beside him: "His Royal Highness King Cheng has always been very secretive. I wonder how wonderful the illusion he will perform today will be."

The colleague nodded slightly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Yes, I have never seen such a performance before. It really makes me curious about how many magical things this illusion can create."

Someone said excitedly: "I've heard that illusion is extremely magical, let's open our eyes today."

Some female relatives also quietly discussed: "His Royal Highness King Cheng has an extraordinary demeanor, and his illusion must be extraordinary as well."

The women next to them nodded in agreement, their eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

Li Shanglu stood in the center of the banquet, and gently waved the folding fan in his hand. A beautiful flower instantly appeared in his empty palm.

As everyone was amazed, he waved his hands again, and a colorful smoke rose up. When the smoke dissipated, a white dove appeared, flapping its wings.

Then, King Cheng's eyes focused, and a pile of books appeared out of thin air on the table next to him.

Everyone cheered and praised loudly...