After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 241 The Atmosphere of Happiness and Reunion

Immediately afterward, the Sixth Prince, Murong Xu, strode over. He was tall and straight, with a brisk pace, a sunny smile on his face, and every gesture exuded heroic spirit and elegant demeanor.

He walked to the center with his chest out and head held high, then bowed slightly, a sincere smile on his face, and respectfully greeted the Emperor and Empress Dowager: "Your subject greets Your Majesty and Your Majesty, and your son greets Your Majesty." His clear voice echoed throughout the entire hall.

The Emperor's face was full of gentleness, and he quickly raised his hand and said, "No need for formalities! Rise! Please have a seat!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xu straightened up, bowed respectfully to the Emperor, and then sat down.

Then, he walked towards Murong Yi, bowed, and said with joy and blessings in his eyes, "Ninth Brother, congratulations on the birth of your son! This is a great joy for our royal family. May the young prince be intelligent and blessed with good fortune, and have a smooth and worry-free life."

Murong Yi quickly stood up to return the greeting, her gratitude evident in her words: "Thank you for your kind words, Sixth Brother. With your blessing, I hope my child will grow up healthy and strong."

Su Wan'er pursed her lips, smiled gently, and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you, Sixth Prince. We will remember your blessings."

At this moment, Murong Xu's gaze fell on Lin Qianqian, who was smiling and whose belly was high and round. A hint of surprise and concern flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "Ah~ Ninth Prince's wife is so pregnant, Ninth Brother is really blessed. He just had a son, and soon he will have another happy event. It is truly a cause for celebration, hahaha." As he spoke, he laughed heartily, and his laughter was full of infectious joy.

Lin Qianqian's cheeks flushed slightly, and she replied shyly, "Your Highness is too kind." She tried to stand up to bow, but her body was too heavy, and she couldn't get up after several attempts.

Seeing this, Xiaodie quickly stepped forward and firmly supported her with both hands, her eyes full of worry. Murong Yi also immediately reached out and held her arm tightly, her eyes full of heartache and concern.

Upon seeing this, the Emperor quickly said, "Qianqian is unwell, there's no need for such a grand ceremony. Just sit still."

The Empress Dowager also said kindly, "Yes, you must take care of your health. This is the most crucial period for you, so you must be careful in everything you do."

Lin Qianqian smiled awkwardly and nodded gently, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty and Empress Dowager. I will remember it."

Su Wan'er, who was standing to the side, took in the whole scene. Seeing that everyone's concern was focused on Lin Qianqian, she felt a surge of jealousy burning in her heart, making her feel extremely irritable.

Her hands unconsciously clenched slowly, she gritted her teeth, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and her gaze seemingly casually swept towards Lin Qianqian, but in that instant, a trace of barely perceptible resentment flashed in her eyes as she glared at her fiercely.

Just as everyone was chatting happily and the singing and dancing were about to begin in the hall, more guests came to offer their congratulations.

The Seventh Princess, Murong Qing, was dressed in a gorgeous silk dress, her figure light and graceful, her lotus steps light and gentle. Beside her, the Seventh Prince Consort, Chen Shuyu, was dressed in a brocade robe, his bearing imposing. The two walked side by side, showing their deep affection as a couple.

Afterwards, the Eighth Princess Murong Lin took the arm of the Eighth Prince Consort Su Jinran. Murong Lin was exquisitely made up and had a smile in her eyes, while Su Jinran was elegant and refined. The two couples walked together toward the center of the main hall.

Upon reaching the crowd, they stood in neat rows, their postures upright. Murong Qing and Murong Lin slightly bent their knees, their elegant bearing showcasing the poise and refinement of royal princesses.

Chen Shuyu and Su Jinran bowed with their hands clasped, their movements steady and composed.

The four men said in unison, “Your Majesty, Empress Dowager, and Empress, we congratulate our Ninth Brother on the birth of his son. May the young prince be safe and happy, grow up strong and healthy, and may the royal family enjoy lasting blessings.” Their voices were clear and loud, echoing throughout the hall.

Murong Yi smiled broadly, quickly rose to his feet, and bowed, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Seventh Sister, Seventh Brother-in-law, Eighth Sister, Eighth Brother-in-law! It is truly an honor for me, Murong Yi, to have you all here today. I also wish Seventh Sister and Eighth Sister a happy life, that they live in harmony and happiness with their husbands, and that everything goes smoothly for them." His voice was sincere, and his words were full of blessings for his family.

Su Jinran smiled gently, raised her hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "Oh, this is a happy and joyful thing. We're all family, no need to be so polite."

Murong Qing nodded slightly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and said softly, "Ninth Brother is an upright man, and it is naturally a good thing that he has been blessed with a son. Seeing our royal family gain a new member fills my heart with joy."

Chen Shuyu smiled and nodded, quickly echoing, "Yes, Ninth Brother has always been reliable and dependable. The young prince will surely inherit Ninth Brother's strengths and become the pride of our royal family."

Murong Lin pouted slightly and muttered, "Oh, stop with the flowery language, I'm starving, come sit down." Her playful expression made everyone chuckle.

Su Jinran shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of doting affection as he looked at her tenderly, as if her little whims were adorable in his eyes.

The Emperor burst into hearty laughter, his voice filled with joy and delight: "Hahaha, Eighth Sister is right, sit down! Keep the music playing, keep the dancing!"

At the Emperor's command, the hall instantly became bustling with activity. Musicians played cheerful tunes, and dancers moved gracefully, their long sleeves flowing and colorful ribbons dancing in the air.

Everyone took their seats, laughter and chatter filling the air, glasses clinking, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere. The hall was brightly lit, illuminating the lively scene in a dreamlike way, overflowing with joy and happiness, as if all the good things in the world had gathered in this moment.

Just as everyone was immersed in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, the Tenth Prince, Murong Feng, hurriedly entered the main hall. His expression was slightly apologetic as he quickly walked to the center of the hall, his posture upright. He first respectfully bowed to the Emperor and Empress, then faced the Empress Dowager, giving a slight bow, his eyes full of reverence: "Your subject greets Your Majesty and Your Highness, and Your Majesty and Your Highness. I am truly sorry; some trivial matters at my residence have suddenly come up, causing a delay. I beg Your Majesty, Your Majesty, and Your Highness's forgiveness for my lateness." His words were full of sincerity.

Murong Xu's lips curled up slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and he teased, "Tenth Brother, this won't do. You've kept everyone waiting. You must drink a cup of wine as punishment to express your apology." As he spoke, he raised the wine cup in his hand, signaling him to quickly accept the punishment.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and for a moment, the sound of "penalty wine" echoed throughout the hall.

Murong Feng was quite straightforward, laughing heartily and saying loudly, "It is only right! I am late, so I accept this penalty wine!" After saying that, he took the wine cup handed to him by the servant and held it steadily with both hands.

With a gentle smile, the Emperor said, "Alright, alright. Since Tenth Brother is willing to accept the punishment, please take your seat."

After thanking him, Murong Feng found a seat and happened to sit opposite Lin Qianqian. He was elegant and unpretentious, raised his wine cup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, his movements bold and displaying the demeanor of a prince.

As the wine went down his throat, he gently put down the glass, a cheerful smile appearing on his face, as if the haste and apology from before had vanished with the wine.

As Murong Feng took his seat, the lively atmosphere in the hall reached another climax. The dazzling lanterns illuminated the entire palace as bright as day, reflecting the joyful faces of everyone present. The melodious sounds of string and wind instruments rose and fell, weaving together a cheerful tune; the lively notes danced in the air, stirring the heartstrings of everyone present.

The dancers, dressed in dazzling costumes, danced gracefully in the center of the hall. Their movements were as light and graceful as willow branches swaying in the wind or butterflies fluttering among flowers, their every gesture exuding elegance.

The guests either whispered among themselves, sharing their joy and anecdotes, their laughter filling the air; or they raised their glasses in toasts, the fragrant wine swirling in their glasses, turning into blushes on their faces and joy in their hearts.

The entire palace was immersed in a sea of ​​joy, bustling with activity, and filled with an atmosphere of happiness and reunion.