Jiaming looked at Hongtao, who was completely relaxed at the moment, and was speechless. How could she have lost her mind so badly!
"Cough cough," she coughed dryly as she patted Red Peach's shoulder, "This doesn't seem right, does it?"
Hongtao was puzzled when she heard this. "Why is it not working again? Just now, Master, wasn't it just right for me to be so tense?"
As she spoke, she felt that her master's gaze was rather strange, and the gazes of He Zi and Lv Liu beside her were also odd. Unconsciously, her voice gradually lowered, and the last few words were barely audible.
For a moment, the outside room fell silent.
The girl in red, who was initially confused, started flailing her arms and legs, becoming increasingly bewildered.
It was Green Willow who came to her rescue. She put down her hand that was helplessly pressing her forehead, leaned close to Red Peach's ear, and whispered, "Sister Red Peach, you weren't tense like that just now, no, and just now either."
Upon hearing this reminder, Hearts instantly understood what was going on, then were dumbfounded, annoyed, and couldn't help but beat her chest in frustration.
Finally, Jiaming told Hongtao that this trip to the Eighth Prince's mansion was quite dangerous. Although she was confident, she was always afraid of the unexpected... This made Hongtao anxious and vigilant again before Jiaming took Hongtao to the Fujin's place.
When they arrived at the Fujin's place, the Fujin had not yet come out. Liu Hong came out to greet Jiaming and led her into the main room to sit and drink tea.
Soon after, Hesheli arrived.
Jiaming immediately put down her teacup, wiped the tea stains from her lips with her handkerchief, then stood up and bowed to Hongtao behind her.
"You're too polite, little sister!" Hesheli said these humble words, but her posture was one of pride and arrogance.
Jiaming was used to seeing this side of Hesheli and had long been fed up with her hypocrisy. However, today, she noticed a different kind of emotion in Hesheli's eyes that made her uncomfortable.
Although he knew all along that the other party wanted to see him suffer, when the moment actually came, he couldn't help but curse inwardly, thinking to himself, "Does it have to be so obvious? At least tone down the idea of watching the show!"
When the princess came out, Jiaming was even more unhappy!
Her inner grumbling intensified. "Damn it, has the Fujin changed completely? She's usually quite reserved, you wouldn't even notice if you weren't paying attention. Does she have to be so obvious today? Even if she wants to see me suffer like Hesheli, she doesn't need to act so gloating."
Actually, it's also because Jiaming has an exceptional ability to perceive things. Emotions that are difficult for normal people to notice and perceive are magnified in her, making them easy to spot and sense.
In addition, the Fujin and Hesheli were excited and expectant about the impending disaster for the Guarjia clan. Their emotions were so intense that they couldn't control themselves as usual. As a result, Jiaming noticed that they were clearly gloating.
However, no matter how upset Jiaming was, she had to adjust her emotions and calm herself down completely in order to face the danger that was about to come.
Thinking this way, she did just that. While calming herself down, she activated her special ability and quickly suppressed the emotions stirred up by the Fujin and Hesheli, regaining her composure.
And so, Jiaming followed behind the Fujin and Hesheli. Because it was very close to the Eighth Prince's residence, she didn't take a sedan chair and walked there directly.
Upon entering the Eighth Prince's residence, servants immediately came to greet them and led them to the pavilion where the women gathered.
Upon arriving at the pavilion entrance, the Eighth Prince's wife, having received the news, led a woman dressed as a princess to greet them.
Jiaming's mind worked quickly. This was the eldest prince's first birthday, and there was only one princess in the Eighth Prince's mansion. She figured this must be Wang Xuezhen, the princess.
Jiaming couldn't ignore her enemies, but she had special observation skills and didn't need to keep a close eye on them. She simply glanced at them casually, then continued to follow respectfully behind the Fujin with her head slightly bowed, as if even the glance she had just given Wang Shi was just a casual glance.
Everyone who noticed Jiaming's fleeting glance, just like Jiaming herself, did not think it was an observant scan, but rather an unintentional one.
After Jiaming and the Eighth Prince's wife exchanged greetings, Jiaming and Hesheli bowed to the Eighth Prince's wife together, while Wang, who was behind the Eighth Prince's wife, also began to bow to her.
The Eighth Prince's wife was always proper in public, even when facing Wang, who was suspected of poisoning her son. The Eighth Prince's wife, on the other hand, was as straightforward as rumored.
She completely ignored Jiaming and Hesheli's greetings and continued talking to Fujin Ulanara.
Jiaming had been treated so badly by the Eighth Prince's wife when she entered the palace on New Year's Eve, so she was mentally prepared. In addition, she didn't care whether she was treated well or not, so she didn't feel uncomfortable.
However, she glanced at Hesheli on her left out of the corner of her eye and clicked her tongue inwardly, thinking that her face was distorted and that she was furious with the Eighth Prince's wife's attitude.
Instantly, Jiaming's earlier annoyance was replaced by relief. She inwardly applauded the Eighth Prince's wife for giving her attitude, while also thinking to herself—"Heh, you want to see my show? Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect your 'show' to be so good!"
However, she couldn't appear too calm. As she thought to herself, her facial expression began to change, but it didn't become as distorted as Hesheli's. After all, distorting one's face requires a large range of motion, and since she was lazy, it was simpler for her to lower her eyes and pull the corners of her mouth down a little. This was also more in line with her past experience and mental preparation.
Suddenly, Jiaming felt a gaze fixed on her. Something was wrong. She sensed the source of the gaze and realized it was coming from Wang's side.
When most people sense something is wrong, they will subconsciously look in the direction of the problem, but Jiaming does not.
She continued to feign an unpleasant expression, as if she were being disliked by the Eighth Prince's wife. After a while, her face returned to the expression she had when she first entered the mansion. However, Hongtao, who was following her, stared intently at Wang Shi, as if she would not hesitate to stand up for her if the other party did something bad.
As if she had just noticed something amiss with the maid beside her, and then realized the strange, excited look in Wang's eyes, Jiaming suddenly glared at Wang and gave her a cold look.
Seeing this, Wang didn't take it seriously at all; on the contrary, the way she looked at her seemed to be filled with coercion.
Jiaming caught a glimpse of that eagerness out of the corner of her eye and scoffed inwardly. "Trying to deal with me? Dream on! You'll regret it soon enough. When you try to scheme against me, I'll show you what I, Jiaming, am capable of, and you'll regret ever messing with me, Guarjia Jiaming."
Beside them, apart from the Eighth Prince's wife who couldn't understand the subtle tension between Jiaming and Wang, both the Prince's wife and Hesheli's eyes flashed with intense anticipation.
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