Quick Wear Beauty

Chapter 920 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (42)

Chapter 920: The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (Part 42)

Song Qingting's eyes lit up at Concubine Shu's action. Could it be that Concubine Shu suddenly developed a motherly heart and was willing to speak for her and the Seventh Prince?

Yes, the Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince are both under the same mother. If she marries the Seventh Prince, Concubine Shu can also be regarded as adding power to the Eighth Prince's lineage.

Song Qingting looked at Concubine Shu expectantly.

Qingli curled the corners of her mouth slightly. See, she didn't do anything, but Song Qingting was making trouble on her own.

Did it attract Concubine Shu's attention?

There was clearly a twist in Concubine Shu's words, but Song Qingting hadn't caught it. The Seventh Prince suddenly looked up at Concubine Shu. What was she going to do? She couldn't see him, could she? He'd already huddled up like a piece of shit, so why was she still so worried about him?

Concubine Shu spoke softly, with a coquettish look on her face.

"Your Majesty, don't just think about our Seventh Child. Don't forget Little Eight! I think the girls in Prime Minister Song's family are all good. The Second Miss is just the right age for Little Eight. In a few years, Little Eight should get married."

Song Qingting couldn't control her surprised expression. Was she kidding me? She and that little brat of the Eighth Prince?

She remembered that she had met the Eighth Prince by chance a month ago. He wanted the guards to carry him around without even touching the ground.

His fat body made the wooden stairs of the restaurant creak, and the guards' faces were covered in sweat. He was so lazy that he could die.

The plump and white Eighth Prince was not the type of man Song Qingting liked, let alone an eleven-year-old boy. How could Song Qingting, with a mental age of fifty or sixty, possibly like him? Was the Eighth Prince good enough for her? Dream on!

Qingli pulled Song Qingting hard and stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth.

"Sister, calm down. You are not on the right track now. You can't get a word in. Don't embarrass yourself."

Song Qingting glared at people while swallowing the cake. She didn't like to eat something, but her elder sister insisted on feeding her. It was revenge!

Song Chen looked at Qingli with admiration, thinking that she was quick to react.

Obviously, Concubine Shu suddenly joined in the topic of arranged marriage, causing the nobles in high positions to step down one after another.

The emperor put down his wine glass and said nothing for a while.

The Queen Mother was surprised and asked, "Xiao Ba is already this big? Is he going to get married?"

Before the Empress could say anything, Concubine Shu smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, Little Eighth Prince will be fourteen soon. It's time for him to find a wife." Concubine Ye chuckled, "Concubine Shu, you're referring to his age in lunar years. I think the Eighth Prince is still young. He hasn't even turned twelve yet. He probably doesn't even know what a wife is. If you're anxious about the Eighth Prince's marriage, wouldn't Princess Eleven be anxious too?"

The Queen also said, "Sister Shufei is really too anxious. The Eighth Prince is still young. You should be more worried about the Seventh Prince. It doesn't make sense that you are not anxious about the Seventh Prince's marriage, but the Eighth Prince's. You can't be partial. Little Eight, come forward and tell mother, do you want to get married now?"

The Eighth Prince was holding a pig's trotter in his hand. Logically, no one would eat such greasy and unbecoming food at a palace banquet, and this dish would not even be served. However, the Eighth Prince liked it so much, and Concubine Shu doted on her child.

Being suddenly called by the Empress, the Eighth Prince quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then walked to the center and replied, "Your Majesty, I'm still young. But what you said must have a point. I will listen to you and my father. It's all for your own good."

Concubine Shu looked at her son lovingly, she naturally wanted what was best for him.

The Queen's smile faded a bit, and she told the Eighth Prince to go back and sit down. The Emperor looked at his plump little son and said with a smile, "Eighth Prince, eat less. Don't get too full and don't want to walk later. Tomorrow, your father will take you horseback riding for a few laps."

"Thank you, Father!"

The eighth prince chuckled. He had very fair skin and looked quite cute when he smiled. At least the emperor liked this youngest son.

The emperor said to Concubine Shu, "Alright, Concubine Shu, there's no rush for Little Eight. I'll arrange a marriage for him in two years. As for Little Seven..."

The emperor paused for a moment before making a decision.