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The joints on his hands were clear, his hair was long and fair, and there was a faint, respectful smile on his face.

But... Why was he so thin? He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he walked in, he realized that his thin cheeks were almost caved in.

Zhan Xiaolou's heart suddenly ached. He thought back to how lively and vivid Feng Yu was before. Every time he saw him, it could be seen that he was meticulously dressed up, and the clothes he wore were also gorgeous.

Today, his entire body was pure white without any makeup, and his hair was simply tied up, no longer as dazzling as before. However, he actually had a bit of an otherworldly immortal aura, and his entire demeanor was ethereal, like an angel that accidentally dropped into the mortal world.

Although he didn't know why Feng Yushu would suddenly appear here, he was looking at the person sitting in front of him right now! She still had to drink it.

Zhan Xiaolou got back to his senses and stood up. He also poured a cup of wine and gently raised his cup before saying, "Ninth Prince, your heart is connected to the world. As one of the citizens of the Moon Curse, I am deeply grateful for being able to do something for the Moon Curse."

As she spoke, she gulped down the wine in her cup.

The smile in Feng Yu's eyes deepened as he picked up the wine jug on the table and filled it up for himself and Zhan Xiaolou.

"In this second cup, the respected Godly Doctor Zhan possessed a noble and pure temperament, and possessed a pure heart of orchids. His medical skills are superb, and he was full of respect and admiration."

"Ninth Prince is too kind."

"This third cup …"

Zhan Xiaolou grumbled in his heart. There was still more?

"Yu Xuan feels that he is on good terms with the Battling Godly Doctor. He wants to call you his foster sister and call you his sister from now on. I hope you won't reject him. Yu Xuan, you have to respect him first."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Zhan Xiaolou felt that the lively main hall had instantly quietened down. Everyone's gaze turned over.

Both Qu Li and Jing Jue stared at Zhan Xiaolou to see how she would react.

The one who was the most surprised was Feng Yuqi and Empress, because they knew that Feng Yushu really liked Zhan Xiaolou. Why did he say that he wanted her to be his sibling?

Moreover, he had actually said something as casual as royal marriage. If Feng Yushu really did take Lou Cheng as his adopted sister, then wouldn't Zhan Xiaolou become the empress's adopted daughter?

This was too ridiculous, the ministers all sighed, this ninth prince was really spoiled.

Feng Yushu's nineteenth birthday was in six or seven months, and it was time for him to get married.

Actually, today's banquet had also invited many ministers' sons and young nobles to help choose a wife for Feng Yushu.

Actually, the empress was thinking that it would be best if Zhan Xiaolou married Feng Yushu and tied him up in the Moon Curse Country.

However, from the looks of it …

Everyone was confused, shocked, and at a loss. Only the King Husband's eyes were filled with pity and sorrow as he looked at Feng Yushu.

Zhan Xiaolou raised her wine glass. She felt that it was exceptionally hot, so she didn't dare to agree immediately. The only one who could make the decision was the Empress.

Zhan Xiaolou turned his head to look at the Empress and met her piercing gaze. His entire body trembled.

He would really be killed by Feng Yu!

Zhan Xiaolou didn't dare to speak up. He just stood there with a cup in his hand, slightly bending down.

"Bai Fan, I heard that you are an excellent swordsman. I wonder if we have the chance to catch a glimpse of you today?" The empress finally spoke, ignoring Feng Yurou and Lou Cheng who were locked in a stalemate as she changed the topic.

Bai Fan immediately stood up and bowed respectfully. He replied in a clear voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, it is my honor to be able to dance with your majesty and everyone else. However, Bai Fan requests to use a fan in place of a sword."

"Yes!" The empress waved her sleeves in a domineering manner, and the white fan went down to prepare.