After the Fourth Prince and his wife finished their dinner, the wife put down her chopsticks and gave Xianxin behind her a faint look.
The maids filed in to help the Fourth Master and his wife rinse their mouths.
Xianxin had already changed into a simpler outfit, and the pale yellow cheongsam fabric was much more common. She received a look from the Fujin.
She moved gracefully to the Fourth Master's side.
Her neck drooped slightly, a strand of hair falling from it, making her delicate, fair neck appear even whiter than snow against the backdrop of her pale yellow cheongsam.
She curtsied gracefully: "Please, sir."
The perfect bend was something Xianxin had practiced countless times these past few days. She knew the angle of her bend by heart, just enough for the Fourth Master to see her slender, willow-like figure.
When she bends slightly, she exudes a touch of alluring charm.
Yu Ru, standing behind Xian Xin, felt a twitch in her eyelids. Suddenly, she felt that the timid Xian Xin she had just seen seemed to have disappeared.
The person in front of me is clearly incredibly alluring...
But when Yu Ru looked again, Xian Xin was still timidly shrinking her neck.
It all seemed like Yu Ru's illusion.
From the Fujin's perspective, she couldn't see any of that. She reached out and took the maid's handkerchief to wipe her mouth, but out of the corner of her eye, she still noticed Xianxin's actions.
The princess consort didn't notice the alluring women; she only looked at Xianxin's timid profile, and was still satisfied.
It's good that she's timid; the more timid Xianxin is, the more she can be manipulated.
But—is Xianxin really as timid as she appears?
Xianxin held the handkerchief, her almond-shaped eyes slightly lowered, her small face showing her fragility.
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