My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

2722 I Heard You Rushed Our Son Back? “State Preceptor, the Crown Prince’s carriage has arrived,” reported a young servant dressed in cyan attire.

Observing this, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows. The Crown Prince, known formally as His Highness the Crown Prince, had recently stirred up a commotion in the capital with his actions involving the crown prince consort. Astonishingly, he displayed a complete disregard for the State Preceptor. The Crown Prince’s carriage arrived without even a moment’s pause, let alone a courteous greeting to the State Preceptor.

Even in the presence of the State Preceptor, the Emperor would not exhibit such impoliteness. The boy servant seethed with indignation.

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Accompanied by the Crown Prince and his entourage, the State Preceptor proceeded unobstructed through Lesheng Gate into the palace grounds. Naturally, no one dared to hinder their passage.

Crown Prince Mo and Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao planned to make their first stop at the Eastern Palace.

Having spent the entire day covered in dust, the young crown prince consort required a thorough refresh, including changing into clean attire to maintain her dignified appearance.

Conversely, the State Preceptor made a direct course for the evening’s banquet venue, the hall of Martial Virtue.

As twilight approached, the main hall of Martial Virtue was ablaze with light.

The officials who had arrived early engaged in pleasantries and had now taken their seats at various tables.

In the center of the hall, several Excellencies and their families conversed with others, and even the women were acquainted with one another.

The palace banquet scheduled in the hall of Martial Virtue was a delayed welcome feast in honor of the Crown Prince and the Crown Prince Consort.

Attendance was typically extended to officials holding the rank of third or higher, along with their respective family members.

Additionally, in accordance with the martial culture prevailing in the Divine Province, the six great patrician families and several prominent sects were also invited.

These influential family clans were undoubtedly the stalwart pillars of their own domains.

Upon His Majesty’s arrival, a synchronized movement swept through the assembly, compelling everyone to rise and offer their salutations in unison towards the entrance.

“Salutations to Your Majesty.”

“Please, be at ease.” Today, the Emperor was in notably high spirits.

Word had just arrived that the young couple, who had recently caused a ruckus with the Mu Clan, had returned to the palace. Quite the twist of fate, indeed.

“His Excellency the State Preceptor is also present.”

Before seating could commence, all gazes hastened toward the door, accompanied by another round of respectful bows.

“Greetings to His Excellency the State Preceptor.”

A man entered gracefully from the entrance. His countenance was exceedingly handsome and refined, with a subtle smile gracing his features. He emanated an air of fleeting elegance, akin to a swift wind, yet moved with the agility of a swimming dragon. He seemed to carry an aura as sacred as radiant light, akin to a Supremacy.

Judging by his appearance, one might assume he was in his early twenties. However, it was common knowledge that the State Preceptor had retained this youthful visage for several decades.

The precise age of His Excellency, the State Preceptor, remained a mystery.

Nevertheless, his bearing as a cultivator of the divine realm commanded both reverence and fear.

“There’s no need for such formalities.” The State Preceptor’s voice exuded warmth, his smile persisting.

“Please, all of you, take your seats.” The Emperor’s disposition was genuinely buoyant, with even a faint smile touching his lips.

The officials collectively pondered this shift, their apprehensions reflexively surfacing. They couldn’t discern any particular reason for the Emperor’s elation on this particular day.

“Family Head Mu.”

Barely had the attendees settled upon their seats when the Emperor broke into a chuckle. “Rumor has it that you had to personally escort Our son back?”

Mu Jingfeng, who was at the pinnacle of his emotions, involuntarily twitched his lips. He swiftly rose to his feet, stating, “I am filled with trepidation.”

The Emperor’s handsome countenance turned serious. “Is it possible that your grievances toward the Crown Prince and the Crown Prince Consort stem from the dispute over the ownership of the Crown Prince Consort’s mother’s dowry?”

The patriarch of the renowned pharmaceutical patrician family, known as the Head of the Dou Clan, and a perpetual rival to the Mu Clan, couldn’t help but burst into a brazen and uncontrolled laughter. “Mu Clan’s Patriarch, are your actions not excessively trivial?”

“It is the natural course of events for the Crown Prince Consort to claim her rightful dues through imperial decree, adhering to both celestial and terrestrial laws. Yet, astonishingly, you compelled the young couple to return to the royal palace? Your actions are nothing short of remarkable.”

A collective brow-twitching silence descended upon the gathering.

/Could Family Head Dou possibly become more audacious?/

Mu Jingfeng’s visage darkened. Just as he prepared to counter, a sound from beyond the door caught his attention.

“The Crown Prince and Crown Prince Consort have arrived!”