My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

aggered into kneeling on the ground.
Oh my, their lord crown prince was originally a very willful and capricious person.
It was just great, and now, the crown prince consort seemed to be one hundred times more willful than their lord.
What were they to do in the future! Wouldn’t these coming days be abnormally lively…

Qiao Mu turned to look at him and gave a humph, declining to comment.

As the carriage didn’t go on a long detour anymore, it very quickly stopped before the Central Palace’s twin gates.

The two people didn’t board a palanquin after alighting from the carriage.
Instead, they held hands as they ambled through the snow.
Xiao’xi’zi quickly opened up an umbrella, and he also informed the royal maids on the side to frantically hold umbrellas up above their two willful masters’ heads.

As they advanced, the rooftops and trees on either side had already been blanketed with a fine snow-white color.

If this snow were to keep falling for the entire night, it would definitely accumulate by tomorrow.

Inside the Brilliant Sun Hall where the queen was hosting the banquet.

A group of noble daughters and madams with royal mandates, as well as the young ladies and daughters-in-law of patrician families, had long fully assembled and were just waiting for the banquet to start.

The queen was wearing a brocade robe that alternated between red and gold, with ends that were embroidered with layers of clouds.
Presently, she was sitting in the chief seat, and she had been drinking tea unhurriedly from beginning to end without saying a word.

There were only some whispers below, as everyone didn’t dare to say much.

It wasn’t until “Noble Consort Zheng is here” was announced that this superficial silence in the hall was broken.

The noble daughters and madams with royal mandates, as well as the young ladies and daughters-in-law of patrician families, all rose up to give their salutations, and they said in unison, “Greetings to Noble Consort Zheng.”

The tall and voluptuous Noble Consort Zheng was wearing a long and rippling cerise dress on her slender waist, her head adorned with a gorgeous eight-treasure pearly hairpin.
She swayed gently as she walked lissomely towards the first seat below the chief seat, the superior grade pearls that dangled beside her cheeks emitting a series of plinks as they knocked against each other.