Zhuangyou glanced at her little darling's gaze indifferently, then quickly looked away casually. Her gentle smile remained unchanged as she accepted the purple flowers that Changyin had handed her, asking her to weave them into the flower basket.

Zhuangyou gently agreed, seemingly unconcerned about the strange behavior of the palace maid.

As for Aunt Lin, Changyin's wet nurse, she was right next to the little baby. She didn't have the skills of Zhuangyou and Xiayi. She was fine holding the baby, but asking her to weave a flower basket? That would be like a sow getting stuck in a fence. So she just watched from the side. At this moment, she also saw the little baby Cha Nian.

After the palace maid turned her gaze away, the little girl didn't continue playing with her flowers. Instead, she blinked her bright, clear eyes and looked around at the people surrounding the Eighth Princess.

Aunt Lin also noticed this scene at that moment.

As a head maid who had spent most of her life in the deep palace, she narrowed her eyes when she saw the crowd gathering there, instinctively sensing that something was amiss.

She quickly nudged Aunt Tian, ​​Wenlian's wet nurse, and whispered, "What's going on over there?"

Aunt Tian

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