Chapter 195 The Dance Is in Progress

The melodious dance music sounded, Qizhi put his arms around Zi Liu's slender waist, and slowly danced on the dance floor.

Zi Liurufan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she bit her lip and said, "I heard that Miss Ai seems to have had an affair with the marshal and is already pregnant with the marshal's flesh and blood."

Qizhi frowned and said, "Is there such a thing? No wonder, it seems that the marshal had to marry such a dirty prisoner for the sake of his own flesh and blood."

He felt sorry for her, but Qizhi didn't really sympathize.

Since he was born, his family has asked him to aim at being a marshal, and every move must meet the standard of perfection, and no mistakes are allowed.

His family always compares him with the marshal, and belittles and scolds him when he is slightly dissatisfied, as if he could not reach the height of the marshal even if he spent his whole life.

Qi Zhi felt a bit of dark jealousy in his heart.

Now, seeing that the marshal was forced to marry a woman he didn't love and was rude and vicious, Qizhi was filled with joy and gloating about his misfortune.

Zi Liu rested her chin on Qizhi's shoulder, and through the swaying crowd and lights, she saw the dazzling Ai Moye standing under the crystal lamp.

Ai Moye didn't want people to see her pregnant belly, so she used a blindfold to cover it up. To others, she still looked tall, slender, luxurious and agile.

And as the marshal's fiancée, she gained the most attention from the audience.

Even the Queen Mother would lead the ladies to Aimoye and introduce Aimoye to everyone ceremoniously.

Zi Liu slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, she wished that she would be the center of attention.

How can it not compare?

Zi Liu's brain was spinning and she was thinking very fast.

Is it appearance? No, she is on par with Ai Moye. In fact, she is more charming and charming than the pure-eyed Ai Moye.

Family background? Although her adoptive mother was once the nanny of the Ai family, now that the Ai family has become a prisoner, citizens like her are on a higher level.

So, what went wrong, and why wasn't she the one who became the marshal's wife?

Zi Liu couldn't figure it out, and her expression became more and more painful.

Halfway through the dinner, Aimoye couldn't hold on any longer.

She was so hungry that every time she tried to sneak something to eat, someone always came forward to interrupt her.

Pregnant women are prone to hypoglycemia when they are hungry. It would be extremely embarrassing if they fainted later.

While dealing with the lady who came to chat, Ai Moye groped her way to the dining table, even if she could take a small bite of cake to replenish her strength.

But the noble lady kept nagging, repeating over and over again, "The Ai family is still a distant relative of ours. I hugged you when you were a child. After your parents were imprisoned, I always wanted to visit, but never could. Opportunity. When you get married, the marshal will probably invite them, right?"

Ai Moye smiled and said perfunctorily, "The marriage is arranged by the royal family. I don't know about it at all. Why don't you ask the Queen Mother?"

Her fingers were almost hooked on the cake plate, but another lady came forward, held her hand directly, and chatted enthusiastically.

"Miss Ai, my daughter is with you in Heyuan. Please take care of her when you have time. This child is introverted, but she admires the marshal and you very much. If you can become friends..."

The lady chattered endlessly, and Ai Moye's ears were ringing.

The pregnant woman is dizzy. Who can help her?

Just when she was about to lift up her skirt and flee regardless of her image, suddenly, a tall and warm body came up behind her.

There was no need to look back, the familiar smell of cold snow and wood made Ai Moye feel relieved.

Di Lie put an arm around her waist and rescued her from the noble lady's hands without leaving a trace.

"Mrs. Hima, thank you for coming to the dinner. Your daughter is chatting with His Majesty the Emperor. She seems a little shy and may need your attention."

When facing the citizens of the empire, the marshal always had a pleasant appearance and perfectly hid all his sinister intentions.

Before the lady had time to laugh, she was shocked by his words and hurriedly walked in the direction of her daughter.

"Oh my God, that kid must not say the wrong thing. Thank you for the reminder, Marshal."

Another noble lady still wanted to chat, and the marshal said with a smile, "The new dance is about to begin. Mr. Bill should be looking for you and wants to invite you to dance with her."

The noble lady quickly looked towards the middle of the dance floor. She saw that her husband was looking for beauties. If she didn't go, the headlines in the tabloids tomorrow would be the news that her husband abandoned her and danced with a young woman.

"Marshal, I have something to do and need to leave first. I look forward to seeing you dancing with Miss Ai." The lady left in a hurry.

After finally "driving away" the two of them, Ai Moye saw the right moment, grabbed the cake and wolfed it down.

Forgive a pregnant woman with hypoglycemia. If she doesn't eat something, there will soon be a "corpse" on the ground.

Di Lie took a tissue and wiped the cream on the corner of her mouth, "Are you so hungry?"

"It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and I usually have a late-night snack." Aimoye has been through the period of morning sickness, and her appetite has increased sharply. She eats at least four or five meals a day. If she misses one meal, she will suffer from hypoglycemia.

Di Lie brought over a few more plates of pastries, along with fruits and candies.

He originally planned to take Ai Moye to a quieter place to eat, but someone in the hall saw him.

"Marshal? The marshal is coming to the dance too!"

"Oh my god, I haven't seen the marshal for so long. Am I hallucinating?"

"The marshal is here, and tonight's protagonist finally appears."

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The constant sounds of "Marshal" reminded Ai Moye of the frogs in the summer fields on earth.

Those people were not satisfied with just talking, so they all gathered around and kept pushing their children in front of Emperor Lie, blocking the crowd.

Di Lie dealt with everyone calmly and blocked Ai Moye behind him, letting her eat and drink like a reincarnated starving ghost.

Originally, many men were watching Zi Liu dancing. They were fascinated by her and their eyes were dull.

But when the marshal appeared, the pursuit of power overshadowed the beauty, and everyone immediately left Zi Liu and went to the marshal to show their courtesy.

Zi Liu finished her dance, and her graceful figure was fixed at the end of the dance.

There was no thunderous applause as expected, only Colonel Qizhi clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Zi Liu, your dance is so beautiful. I am truly lucky to be able to appreciate such a beautiful dance."

A trace of discomfort flashed in Zi Liu's eyes, and she looked reluctantly at the place where the crowd was surging.

"That's over there?"

Colonel Qizhi said disdainfully, "The marshal is here, and the focus of tonight is to introduce his fiancée."

Zi Liu murmured, "Ai Moye? It's very strange that she can marry the marshal."

"Yes, I heard that she was originally Yan Sui Mengton's fiancée." Qizhi said mockingly, "Uncle married his niece, what a ridiculous thing."

It should have been a hotly discussed topic, but due to the power of the marshal and the protection of the royal family, no one dared to discuss this matter openly.