Chapter 322 Counter-Calculation (Part Two) (Page 1/1)

After the Eighth Prince's wife left for a while, Lady Wang gradually began to calm down.

Jiaming was unhappy. How could she have adjusted so quickly? She hadn't even seen her happy yet!

At the same time, some people wondered if the Eighth Prince's wife had fallen into a trap.

No way! Just thinking about this possibility made Jiaming even more unhappy. She still didn't want the Eighth Prince's wife to avoid it. After all, only if the Eighth Prince's wife was drugged could she watch a better show and better take revenge on Wang Shi.

She really didn't want to take the initiative to retaliate later. It would be simpler and less troublesome to retaliate by devising a plan. After all, she was someone who hated trouble and liked to shirk her responsibilities.

Just as she was feeling disappointed, Jiaming suddenly saw a figure. She blinked, and the figure was none other than the Eighth Prince's wife, who had changed her clothes and tidied herself up again. Something seemed off about her.

Hmm, something's definitely not right. Instantly, a feeling of joy welled up inside me.

However, the Eighth Prince's wife, who was directly involved, didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. She was furious. If it weren't for the maidservant beside her stopping her, she would have ruined the first birthday banquet and displeased the Eighth Prince. Otherwise, she would have dealt with the maidservant who embarrassed her on the spot.

Whenever I think of the first birthday banquet, I think of that prince and Wang, who gave birth to him.

The Eighth Prince's wife, who was already furious with Lady Wang, felt her anger flare up even more when she saw Lady Wang's figure.

Jiaming's eyes involuntarily followed the Eighth Prince's wife to Wang Shi. Wang Shi suddenly saw the Eighth Prince's wife and realized that something was wrong with her. Her pupils contracted, but before she could react, the Eighth Prince's wife rushed towards her and slapped her hard across the face with her outstretched hand.

"Slap!" The sound echoed throughout the main hall, followed by "slap slap..." Wang was slapped several more times.

"Ouch," it hurts, it really hurts, tsk tsk tsk, keep slapping her like that, Eighth Prince's wife, hurry up, give it your all!

Jiaming silently cheered for the Eighth Prince's wife in her heart, then quickly glanced at the reactions of everyone around her. Very good, they were all dumbfounded and hadn't come to their senses yet.

Very good, Eighth Prince Consort, hurry up and continue, fan hard, fan hard before the people around you come to their senses. Now that no one is stopping you, keep fanning hard.

Looking at Wang's swollen cheeks, Jiaming was very satisfied, extremely satisfied.

The corners of my mouth involuntarily turned up, but I quickly realized that this was not good, as it went against my "pretending to be weak while actually being strong" persona. So I quickly suppressed the upturned corners of my mouth, adjusted my facial expression, and imitated the stunned expression of the people around me.

Finally, after a long while, everyone came to their senses. Well, to be precise, they deliberately took their time to come to their senses, because many people had a look of anticipation in their eyes.

Jiaming also regretted that the Eighth Prince's wife was blocked and thus could not hit Lady Wang. However, she acted very well, and was still in a state of utter astonishment, completely genuine.

Soon, she was no longer disappointed, because the Eighth Prince's wife still had a chance, since the people who were blocking her were not really trying to stop her, they were just holding on halfway.

As expected, the Eighth Prince's wife did not disappoint Jiaming's expectations. She glanced at the table next to her, then suddenly broke free from the obstruction, grabbed the leftover food on the table, and threw it at Wang Shi.

Suddenly, once again, there was complete silence.

A moment later, suppressed laughter suddenly broke out. This time, Jiaming didn't have to act anymore. She followed the crowd and covered her mouth with her handkerchief, bursting out laughing.

Wang Shi was in a truly sorry state. Compared to the Eighth Prince's wife's soaking wet appearance just now, Wang Shi was clearly in a more tragic situation. Her once neatly combed hair now had vegetable-shaped tassels, and two slices of cucumber were pasted on her forehead, as if she were doing a beauty treatment. Oh, and there was also soup on her face.

After being humiliated like this by the Eighth Prince's wife, how could Lady Wang not be furious? She was so angry that her face was contorted with rage.

Hmm, looking at Wang's distorted face, coupled with her new look, Jiaming found it exceptionally funny and delightful.

"What happened?"

Just then, Eighth Master's voice came, and then Eighth Master's figure appeared.

As soon as Wang saw the Eighth Prince, her face immediately stopped contorting. She then put on a wronged look, hoping that the Eighth Prince would see her aggrieved and pitiful appearance and stand up for her.

The moment Eighth Master's eyes met Wang Shi's, his ever-smiling expression froze, and the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Pfft!" An even more intense burst of laughter followed.

"Ugh, I can't help it," Jiaming said, raising her handkerchief to cover her mouth, lowering her head and smiling.

Normally, Wang Shi's posture would indeed be considered pitiful, but now, with her head swollen like a pig and looking so disheveled, it's simply an eyesore.

Tsk tsk, look at him, even the Eighth Master is having a hard time dealing with Wang Shi like this, hehe!

Everyone stopped and waited quietly for Eighth Master to handle the matter, except for one person.

The Eighth Prince's wife completely ignored him. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was stopping her, she grabbed a bowl of fish soup and threw it at Wang Shi. She was simply very pleased with what she had done to Wang Shi earlier, and she wanted to continue to enjoy it.

No one expected that the Eighth Prince's wife would be so disrespectful to him. So, in front of the Eighth Prince, Wang was given a delicious fish soup bath.

Caught off guard, Wang ended up in a comical situation, as fish bones and thorns from the fish soup just happened to pierce her nostrils.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

...

Wang Shi once again became the center of ridicule, and Jia Ming was very satisfied with the result of this counter-scheme.

But some people were not satisfied. "Enough!" The ever-smiling Eighth Master turned ashen-faced and clenched his fists. "Where are they? Hurry up! Don't you know how to stop them?"

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