At this time, the music and dance in the field continued, but people's eyes could no longer focus on those beautiful dancing girls. They were all guessing what Chun Wang Xuan Tian Hua was saying to Feng Jia's second miss. The two of them chatted and laughed, making others envy.

  But actually, Xuan Tian Hua was asking Feng Yu Huang: "Why is there not even a cup of tea on your table?"

  Feng Yu Heng replied matter-of-factly, "I'm not someone who's easy to get along with." To say the least, this was only her second meeting with Xuan Tian Hua, yet they were naturally close and affectionate. Xuan Tian Hua's innate, otherworldly aura seemed to have no effect on their interactions whatsoever. She called him Seventh Brother, doing so with a sense of righteousness and naturalness.

  Xuántiān Huà pushed the tea water sent by the servant to Fèng Yǔ Hán's face, and then poured another bowl, handed it to Fèng Xiǎng Róng.

  Unexpectedly, Xuan Tianhua was still able to take care of her, and for a moment she was flustered, even trembling when receiving the tea bowl.

  Feng Yu couldn't help but rub her forehead, "I was thinking of letting you win a bit."

  With a dejected look on her face, she also wanted to put up a good fight, but as soon as she faced off against Xuan Tian Hua, she simply couldn't muster up the energy.

  Xuān Tiān Huá didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, his face still wore that warm smile, smiling until his cheeks were redder and redder.

  Feng Yu Huan thought she should say something to break the awkward atmosphere, so she asked Xuan Tian Hua: "Is it a rotation among the princes to wish Princess Ding An a happy birthday? Did it just happen to be your turn this year?"

  Xuantian Hua shook his head, lowering his voice a bit, "It's not that it's their turn to come, but rather no one wants to come, yet someone has to represent them, so I came." After explaining himself, he said to her, "Ming'er told me to tell you, the birthday banquet at Ding'an Wangfu is quite dull. If you like lively events, the palace banquet on Mid-Autumn Festival would be more enjoyable."

  "I've heard Heaven's Song before." She took a sip of tea, her eyes slanted slightly to the side, and Feng Chen Yu had already walked up close.

  "Your Highness." Chen Yu hurried over, still slightly out of breath, and didn't even bother to catch his breath before greeting Xuan Tianhua.

  Xuántiān Huá nodded slightly, his smile unchanged, "Young Miss Fèng."

  "Your Highness doesn't have to be so polite, just call me Chen Yu." A little maid brought over a chair for her and Chen Yu sat down, then specially moved it a bit closer to Xuan Tian Hua.

  Ke Xuan Tianhua obviously didn't intend to chat with her, and continued the previous conversation with Feng Yuhan, "Tian Ge has been a troublemaker since childhood, just like Ming Er, we brothers have had our fair share of cleaning up after her."

  Feng Yu Huan smiled, "It's only right that brothers care about their sisters. Oh, and I saw Seventh Brother at Xian Ya Building the other day, when he went to eat with Tian Ge and Fu Rong."

  Xuān Tiān Míng nodded, "I've also taken a liking to you. Being able to take care of your own people and stand up for them is indeed the mark of a good master." He was referring to that day when she took charge of Qing Le's affairs.

  Before Feng Yuexiang could respond, Chen Yuyi interrupted and said with a tone that didn't treat herself as an outsider: "Second sister calls you Seventh Brother, so I'll naturally call you Seventh Brother too. You won't mind, will you, Seventh Brother?"

  Xuān Tiān Huā was taken aback, looking at Fèng Chén Yú, her eyes filled with confusion - "ā Háng calls me Seventh Brother, because of her relationship with Míng ér. This king only has two younger brothers below him, Miss Fèng's meaning is... you and my Eighth Younger Brother..."

  "No, no, no!" Feng Chen was anxious at once. Of course, she wasn't worried because she remembered that Feng Jiyuan had instructed her not to show any attitude towards any man before taking a stand in the Feng family. She only thought about how she could be linked with other people in front of the man she admired, and quickly expressed her feelings to Xuan Tianhua: "Chen has never even met the Eighth Prince, Seventh Brother must believe Chen."

  Xuantian Hua still didn't understand, "You want me to believe you, but why do you call him Seventh Brother? I've said it before, Ah Huang calls him Seventh Brother because she's my younger sister. If you don't have this relationship with her, then you're just trying to curry favor with the royal family. I need to go back to the palace and ask Father Emperor about this."

  Feng Chen's face turned red with anxiety, but she felt that the Crown Prince looked kind and gentle, yet his words left no room for maneuver. Even if she had intended to find fault, she couldn't find any flaws.

  Chen Yu felt extremely embarrassed, stood up, bowed slightly towards Xuan Tianhua, and turned to leave.

  Who would have thought that after just two steps, Xuan Tianhua called out to stop her, then bent down to pick up a dropped handbag from the ground and handed it over to Chen Yu: "Miss Feng's belongings have fallen."

  The girl's face turned red to the point of bleeding, but she didn't reach out to take it, only softly said: "It was given to Your Highness." Then she lifted her skirt and slipped into the crowd.

  Xuantianhua helplessly shook his head and handed the bundle to Feng Yuhuang: "Take it back and return it to her, or give it to your father. Tell him that this time, I can let it go without holding it against her. If there's a next time, please ask Lord Fengxiang to come and speak with me personally."

  Feng Yu Huan nodded and took it over, holding it in her hand to examine it carefully. She couldn't help but purse her lips, "The Feng family has such high hopes for her, how can they not teach her proper needlework?" As she spoke, she showed Zhen Rong, "Look at this stitching, it's so rough you can see the inside." She said as she actually pried open the seam to take a look.

  Xuān Tiān Huā couldn't help but laugh, "You really are gossiping."

  Xiang Rong dispelled her confusion: "Girls' red (embroidery) is something that's learned from a young age. Eldest sister was just a concubine-born daughter when she was little, and even if she looked prettier than other children, the family didn't have any expectations of her, let alone cultivate her."

  Feng Yu Huan thought for a moment, "That's right, at that time there were all sorts of gentlemen surrounding me every day, unfortunately, I wasn't interested in those things."

  Xuantianhua knew a bit about this, "I'm afraid your interests are all in your maternal grandfather's place. If Yao Shen Yi stayed in the capital for a few more years, I'm afraid you would benefit even more."

  He had heard Xuan Tian Ming talk about meeting Feng Yu Heng in the mountains, and was amazed that a girl of her age could master such exquisite medical skills. However, he only listened to the story of encountering Persian people and didn't take it to heart, thinking that this medical skill was passed down from her maternal grandfather.

  As the two of them chatted, the music and dance on stage had already changed several times. The ten dancing girls who came on stage this time were obviously different from before, whether in terms of their clothes or temperament, they were slightly better than the previous ones. If it weren't for the fact that they were standing in the middle of the field waiting to perform, picking one out at random and sending her into the crowd would not lose to any of the ladies present.

  Feng Yu Huan saw the dancers standing on stage, motionless, and her eyebrows twitched slightly. Her intuition told her that something exciting was about to happen.

  Xuantianhua unintentionally stayed in the garden on the side of the ladies, and after saying goodbye to Feng Yuexiang, he quietly left.

  But Ding An Wangfei's gaze had never left Xuan Tianhua's side, and now that he was leaving, without even bidding her farewell, she felt a pang of displeasure in her heart. She glanced at Feng Yuexiang and couldn't help but think that the children from the Feng family who came today were all so annoying.

  She took a sip of clear tea, then looked down and saw that most of the guests were puzzled by the sudden stop of the song and dance on stage. She floated up with an eerie smile and said: "What do you think, everyone? How are these ten dancing girls on stage?"

  As soon as she asked this, someone immediately responded with a flattering tone: "Isn't this the dancer raised by the Ding'an royal family? Of course, she's not common."

  Someone next to him chimed in: "Really! Just look at these little ones, aren't they cute?"

  The Queen of Ting-An was very pleased with the applause, nodded her head in satisfaction and continued: "These dancing girls have been raised in the palace since they were three years old. They don't have to do any chores on a daily basis, but instead focus solely on practicing singing and dancing. Although they are called dancing girls, they are actually no different from the young ladies of noble families."

  Everyone nodded in agreement, it's nothing unusual for a prince's mansion to have courtesans.

  At this time, two maids joined forces to lift out a seven-stringed zither and placed it beside the dance floor.

  "But after all, a slave is just a slave. No matter how much you pamper and raise them, they can't compare to the talents of young ladies from good families. They may be good at dancing, but when it comes to playing the zither, that's a different story altogether. So, for this dance... " She scanned the room with her eyes, finally settling on Feng Yu Heng, "May I request that Second Young Miss Feng play a piece to accompany the dancers?"

  Everyone was shocked.

  Let a second miss of the Xiang manor play the piano for a slave? Although that second miss is an illegitimate daughter, but your Wang manor's maidservant can't be compared to the illegitimate daughter of the Xiang manor!

  Feng Yu Huan didn't have much of a reaction, only quietly saying "oh" in a low voice, originally she was waiting for her here.

  She remained seated and sipped her tea, but her eyes were fixed on Princess Ding'an's direction without responding.

  Princess Ding'an waited for a while, seeing that Feng Yuexian didn't react, she couldn't help but furrow her brow and asked unpleasantly: "Miss Feng, it's your good fortune to be able to accompany the dancers of the Ding'an Wangfu with music, don't you know what's good for you."

  Feng Yu Huan still didn't pay attention to her, but noticed Qing Le and Feng Chenyu exchanging a glance, then nodding at each other. She thus knew that this probably was the idea of those two women.

  She stood up and didn't move forward, but asked Princess Ding'an a sentence: "Does the princess mean that playing a piece today is a great honor?"

  Queen Ding An nodded, "Naturally."

  Feng Yu suddenly enlightened: "So that's how it is. Although I didn't think playing the zither for a group of slaves was anything to be proud of, since the princess said so, then it should be an honor!" Then she looked at Feng Chenyu and said: "Big sister, please go ahead!"

  "Huh?" Feng Chenyu was taken aback, not understanding what she meant.

  "Feng Yu Huan explained to her, and also to everyone present: 'Since I returned to the capital, my father has often reminded me that as a younger daughter of the family, whether at home or outside, I must not compete with my older sister for anything. All good things should be given to my older sister, all face-saving opportunities should be left to my older sister, and naturally, all glory should also be let to my older sister to enjoy. Since the princess has determined that this is a glorious thing, then my older sister shouldn't be polite about it, this is my father's reminder.' After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to ask Princess Ding An another question: 'The princess won't make things difficult for my father, will you?'"

  The Princess of Ding'an was at a loss for what to do, and if she had to let Feng Yuexiang play the pipa, it would be difficult for her to deal with Feng Jin yuan. Although she was a princess, King Ding'an had no money, no power, and was not favored by the emperor, while Prime Minister Feng was a powerful prime minister!

  At this thought, he couldn't help but take a glance at Qing Le County's young mistress.

  Qing Le ignored those people and stood up directly, rushing towards Feng Yu Heng: "Letting you play was giving you face, Feng Yu Heng, don't give face if you don't want to have face!"

  She said something extremely unpleasant, and even Feng Yu couldn't bear to listen. She opened her mouth, wanting to retort on behalf of Feng Yu, but was stopped by her. Then they heard Feng Yu continue: "I also mentioned earlier that my father had instructed me long ago, whether at home or outside, to give face to the legitimate daughter of the Feng family, which is my older sister. Since the Princess of Qingyue emphasized again that playing the zither is a matter of giving face, I can rest assured that yielding to my older sister was correct." She glared at Qingyue with disdain in her eyes, "The princess of the Ding'an King's mansion seems to have no right to refute the intentions of the Prime Minister. Your Highness, what do you say?"