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Song Feiwan smiled shyly, not saying a word.
As Xiao Yu held her hand, she secretly squeezed it, urging him to move quickly; she did not want to be the center of attention any longer.
Xiao Yu's narrow eyes flashed with amusement as he finally led her to a seat.
After a moment, the chief eunuch announced the arrival of the Emperor along with the various consorts. Everyone rose to pay their respects.
The Emperor, clad in a bright yellow dragon robe, took his place at the main seat, flanked by the Empress and Consort Rong—one dignified and the other radiant.
"All rise," the Emperor said with a gentle smile.
Everyone expressed their gratitude in unison, and thus the banquet began.
This feast was held to welcome Xiao Yu and celebrate his return. The Emperor not only expressed his joy but also finally announced Xiao Yu's official position.
"I have decided to appoint you as the Minister of War," he declared. "The position does not have a rank but oversees military command and deployment." He then looked at Xiao Yu and added, "However, you have lost your memory and are unfamiliar with many matters, so you will need to learn from the Minister of War."
The Minister of War, an experienced official from two reigns, stood up immediately, bowing respectfully to the Emperor. He assured him that he would fulfill his duties diligently and assist Xiao Yu, asking for the Emperor's trust.
Xiao Yu also spoke earnestly: "Thank you, Father, for bestowing this position upon me. I will strive to learn and relieve your worries as soon as possible."
The Emperor looked at him with satisfaction and nodded approvingly.
Consort Rong wore a delighted expression, her phoenix eyes sparkling; there was no surprise on her face, indicating that the Emperor had likely informed her beforehand. She was very pleased with this outcome and felt immense pride for her son.
The Empress looked at him with affection, smiling gracefully as if she did not mind at all.
As for everyone else present, including Xiao Yan, they all voiced their congratulations to Xiao Yu.
The atmosphere at the banquet was warm and joyful.
Song Feiwan observed everyone's reactions keenly and thought: So it turns out that not only in the previous dynasty but also in the harem, everyone is a master of performance. The Emperor was indeed among the best of them.
Although the title of Minister of War seemed prestigious, real power still lay within the Ministry itself. If Xiao Yu could win over those seasoned officials in the Ministry of War and gain full control over military operations, then his authority would surpass that of Crown Prince Xiao Yan.
At that moment, even if Xiao Yan united with all the other princes, he would not be a match for him. However, the Ministry of War was deeply entangled; it was not so easy to command. The worst outcome would be that Xiao Yu was sidelined and faced obstacles at every turn. In that case, the Emperor could also say to him and Consort Rong, "I have already bestowed upon you the official position; it is you who cannot manage it."
As for Xiao Yu?
Song Feiwan glanced at the formidable antagonist beside her. His handsome face bore an expression of humility and deference, yet the sharp interest in his eyes was something she caught.
Even if this step could lead to an irretrievable peril, he did not seem to find it troublesome at all! In fact, he even harbored a fighting spirit and a desire for challenge!
Song Feiwan silently closed her eyes in exasperation. The thoughts of this antagonist were indeed beyond her comprehension as someone who preferred to take things easy.
After announcing the formalities, the Emperor waved his hand, signaling everyone to enjoy the banquet without restraint.
Soon, the sounds of silk and bamboo filled the air as dancers showcased their talents, and palace attendants presented exquisite dishes. The entire grand hall was filled with joy and excitement.
The banquet served individual portions. Song Feiwan sat behind a small table made of golden silk nanmu, her beautiful fox-like eyes scanning the delicate dishes before her, finally resting on a porcelain white wine jug.
Before she could reach out, Eunuch Zhou Zheng had already poured her a small cup.
Song Feiwan took a delicate sip and squinted in surprise: "Mmm!"
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