Xie Xingyun tightened his grip, but his expression did not change. He instructed calmly, "Get someone to make a bowl of sobering soup."
Xiao Zheng nodded and quickly went to the kitchen.
The lights at the banquet were dim, and the music was endless. Amidst the toasts, Xie Xingyun quietly placed Bai Xianyu properly and let her lie on his arm.
However, no one noticed that Li Changning was still kneeling on the ground. Her face had already turned maroon. She spoke again indignantly, "Father, I'm not convinced!"
The venue fell silent for a moment.
Noble Consort An's nails dug into the jade armrest, and her gaze shifted slightly. "Ning'er, your father has already shown mercy. What else do you want? Hurry up and thank him!"
The veins on Emperor Wu Xuan's forehead bulged slightly. "What else are you dissatisfied with?"
