Xia Houyuan's eyes flashed with joy.

I just thought that the complaint just now was effective.

The prince has long been displeased with him.

It would be a great thing if I could take the opportunity to put some pressure on him in front of the emperor.

No one dared to speak out.

His eyes wandered in the dark.

They were all waiting for the emperor to speak.

"The prince is also unintentional. Let the screen be closed."

Settled at a glance.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and glared at Xia Houyuan fiercely, remembering this matter firmly in his heart.

What a Xia Houyuan.

How dare you go against him.

He will naturally come back with revenge.

The emperor didn't say anything.

But my love for the prince's gift has indeed faded a lot.

The originally lively atmosphere became a lot heavier due to this sudden commotion.

Although Xia Houyuan was dissatisfied with the emperor's handling, he did not dare to continue his anger. He snorted coldly, waited for the finale, and took out the prepared gifts.

It seems really quiet around me.

No matter whether it is the prince, princess, or civil and military officials, they do not want to get into trouble with the emperor at this time.

It was Xiahou Lianqi who spoke first.

The congratulatory gift prepared for him was presented to him.

It's not a valuable or rare item.

Just a painting.

But it made everyone who was originally frightened finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The emperor's expression also softened a little.

He nodded, gave a few compliments casually, and then had the gift accepted.

Afterwards, more princes came forward one after another.

The emperor had many heirs, and Xia Houyuan became increasingly impatient as he waited.

The things this group of people had to offer were each more crude than the last.

From his point of view, it was completely unworthy of publicity.

He also wants to waste time waiting.

Xia Houyuan failed to make the prince fall from power, and he was already unhappy. Now his impatience was rising, and his anger became even stronger.

He crossed his arms, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his eyes looking back and forth, fixed on one place, but paused slightly.

"you."

Xia Houyuan walked up to Xia Houjing, scanned him up and down with his peripheral vision, and said sarcastically:

"What gift have you prepared for my father? Don't embarrass yourself in front of all the officials with bad words that are inferior to those of children!"

In his heart, he still hated Xia Houjing.

And from the bottom of his heart, he looked down on this Seventeenth Emperor's brother.

He is neither cared about by the emperor nor helped by his mother's family.

There was only one Yingqian taking care of him.

What kind of congratulatory gift can Xia Hojing give?

He was afraid that even if he saved up a small amount of money, it wouldn't be enough to cover Xia Houyuan's expenses for a month.

Xia Houyuan did not hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

He didn't even want to take a straight look at Xiahou Jing.

Xia Hojing only glanced at him and said calmly:

"Brother, don't bother me."

"I'm worried?" Xia Houyuan snorted softly and said, "When I look at you, my eyes are dirty."

"Then please invite the emperor brother. Don't look at the emperor brother."

There was no change in his tone.

It was as if he didn't care at all about Xia Houyuan's sarcasm.

Xia Houyuan frowned. What he wanted to see was the way Xia Houjing was frightened and trembling, and followed him to surrender.

Not like this.

It was as if he was looking for trouble.

Xia Houyuan could tolerate the prince, but that didn't mean he was willing to accept his humiliation by following Xia Houjing.

He immediately lowered his face and said:

"I'm just worried that you have lost the face of my royal family! Do you still think this is the harem? Can you still run to your imperial sister and ask her to stand up for you?"

As soon as Yingqian was mentioned.

Xia Hojing's face immediately darkened.

His eyes instantly became fierce and sharp.

He could tolerate Xia Houyuan's attempts to push his limits again and again.

But Yingqian can't.

His imperial sister, no one else is qualified to even say a word.

Not to mention a bastard like Xia Houyuan.

The hands hidden under the sleeves were clenched into fists.

There was boiling fire hidden in Xia Hojing's eyes.

He is still too weak after all.

"Brother Imperial, it's better to be careful with your words."

"Be careful what you say?" Xia Houyuan was so dim that he didn't notice his cold tone, and even became more sarcastic: "Who are you? You dare to educate me?"

He didn't lower his voice this time, and his voice was not quiet.

Even the princes and ministers around him also looked over.

They just saw that it was Xia Houyuan and Xia Houjing, so they all pretended not to see it.

One is the arrogant and domineering eighth prince who is loved by the emperor.

The other one was regarded as unknown and ignored by even the emperor.

Of course they would not be idle to speak for Xia Hojing.

If Xia Houyuan is offended because of this, the gain outweighs the loss.

There was a commotion on their end.

Everyone who saw the emperor looked over.

Xia Houyuan snorted coldly and glared at Xia Houjing. He strode forward, walked to the hall, and said:

"Father, the Seventeenth Emperor's younger brother said that he has a heavy gift to offer."

Seventeenth prince?

Everyone in the hall was a little surprised.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that these civil and military officials were completely unfamiliar to Xia Hojing.

Only then did I notice the young man standing in the corner.

And when he raised his head, a clear sound of inhalation came from the hall.

Xia Hojing's appearance is too great.

He already had an extremely outstanding appearance, and coupled with his young age, that face that was indistinguishable from male to female appeared.

Everyone in the court was stunned for a moment.
To be continued...