The Queen glanced at Jiang Yun, then said indifferently, "The gorilla is strong enough to kill monkeys and baboons. There's no need to fight with those two little things; it will naturally be able to pick the bananas."
As she spoke, the Empress's gaze swept across the faces of Consort Yu, Consort Ling, and Consort Ling.
Knowing that her words had a hidden meaning, the people didn't pay too much attention to it. The Empress was used to being flamboyant, and everyone was used to it.
However, Consort Ling was determined to get back at her and retorted sharply.
"I guess the monkey or the baboon picked the bananas first. The Empress is right about one thing: gorillas are big, but that's both an advantage and a disadvantage. It's precisely because Jiang Yun is big that..."
Wouldn't they be easier for hunters to shoot? That way, wouldn't only the monkeys and baboons be left to fight over bananas?
"Hmph." Hearing Consort Ling's sarcastic and barbed retort, the Empress snorted and turned her head away, refusing to look at Consort Ling's foxy face that she found utterly repulsive.
Seeing that the lively atmosphere was about to be ruined, Jiang Yun quickly smoothed things over and asked Consort Ling, "..."
"Your Highness, guess who picked the banana first?" Jiang Yun deliberately emphasized the word "banana".
"This..." Consort Ling didn't realize that Jiang Yun was reminding her. She thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "I guess it's a monkey, after all, it's small."
"Yay!" Ninth Princess was even more excited after hearing her mother's affirmation.
"I also guessed it was a monkey," said the Twelfth Prince, who hadn't said much until now.
Everyone except Qing'er gave an answer, so Jiang Yun looked at Qing'er and asked, "Princess Qing, what do you think?"
"Huh? What?" Qing'er was lost in thought when she suddenly heard Jiang Yun ask her a question, and she hurriedly came back to her senses.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her again, a blush quickly rose to her cheeks, and she lowered her head shyly, pursing her red lips.
Seeing Qing'er's unease and anxiety, Jiang Yun helped her out by repeating the question, emphasizing the pronunciation of 'coconut tree' and 'banana'.
The quick-witted Qing'er immediately realized what was going on and said with a grin, "Hehe, no one can pick the bananas."
"Why?" everyone asked in unison.
"Hehe, because how can there be bananas on a coconut tree?" Qing'er explained sweetly.
"Huh?" Everyone blushed for a moment, and then turned their anger towards Jiang Yun, saying that Jiang Yun was really bad.
He posed such a mischievous riddle that no one could guess it, and then praised Qing'er for being clever.
This made Qing'er feel both proud and embarrassed, and at the same time, she was a little confused. Why had she suddenly spaced out just now? Why was she thinking about the sweet moments she shared with Jiang Yun?
Why is it that in front of Jiang Yun, my usually sharp mind seems to short-circuit? Could it be...?
She didn't dare to think any further; her face was already flushed.
Jiang Yun's riddle brought the atmosphere of the family banquet to a climax. Then, Jiang Yun followed up by telling everyone a few more riddles with a humorous tone, which made everyone burst into laughter.
The Empress Dowager laughed until tears streamed down her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy. All of this was thanks to her man, Jiang Yun.
So, in the glances she secretly cast at Jiang Yun, there was an added tenderness of love.
Feeling the Empress Dowager's gaze upon her, Jiang Yun smiled and responded, then looked at Consort Yu.
Seeing that she had the same expression as the Empress Dowager, he couldn't help but feel excited. In addition, he had drunk too much alcohol, so he was a little horny and his crotch was hard and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Jiang Yun looked down and saw a pair of delicate little feet wearing green embroidered shoes under the table.
Those were Consort Yu's beautiful feet. Jiang Yun secretly stretched out her own foot and gently touched Consort Yu's toes.
Feeling the touch of Jiang Yun's toes, Consort Yu trembled slightly and quickly withdrew her foot, her face flushed as she glanced at Jiang Yun.