Xue Qinghe made a gesture of invitation and went upstairs with the two of them.
His expression remained mild and neutral, showing not the slightest trace of emotion over what had just happened.
His gaze drifted lightly over Xu Yuan as Xue Qinghe asked with a smile.
"You were looking around downstairs just now. It seems Brother Xu Yuan is someone who knows how to appreciate music?"
Xu Yuan waved his hand dismissively. "Just a little, just a little."
"Is that so?"
Xue Qinghe glanced at him a few times, smiling without another word.
Seeing the three chatting and laughing as they headed upstairs, the people around them who had been waiting to see how things unfolded also withdrew their gazes.
If the matter had continued escalating, they might have stepped forward to lend Xue Qinghe a hand.
This would have been an excellent chance to enter the Crown Prince's circle.
What a pity...
The group went upstairs.
A beautiful, graceful figure waited quietly at the entrance to the second-floor staircase, her expression calm and unruffled.
She looked quite young, dressed in a fitting palace-style gown.
Yet merely seeing her, one could feel an air of elegance and nobility rushing forth.
Unlike Bibi Dong, she did not possess the majestic authority of an empress over all under heaven. Instead, she was exceptionally gentle and soft.
Tang Yuehua rested both hands at her waist and bent her knees slightly, her movements unhurried and elegant.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
Xue Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward and returned the greeting. "Aunt Yuehua, you are being too formal again. This junior cannot accept it."
"I don't seem to be that much older than you, do I?"
Tang Yuehua shook her head with a laugh, her gaze passing over Xue Qinghe's figure to settle