As the Fujin and the others entered the pavilion, Jiaming, who was walking at the back, watched the Fujin's figure and glanced at Hesheli on her left. She thought to herself: "Looking forward to it, it is indeed worth looking forward to, but it's not the kind of looking forward to you. I hope you will be satisfied when the time comes, hehe!"
While thinking this confidently in her heart, Jiaming was not arrogant. Instead, she secretly became vigilant. After all, although her subordinates had found out some information, there were bound to be errors and omissions. It was possible that the Wang family had more than one plan targeting her.
Attending a first birthday banquet usually involves offering congratulations, then bringing the baby boy over for a look and praising him.
Jiaming, who had given birth to two princes and witnessed Hongxuan's first birthday, was very familiar with this process. Of course, while she was familiar with it, there were differences. Just look at the Eighth Prince's wife's unpleasant expression; she didn't put on any pretense and showed no affection for the eldest prince in the household. Unlike her own wife, who, when Hongxuan turned one, had put on a perfect act and was a role model for all the primary wives.
Moreover, everyone's attitude towards the Eighth Prince's wife's behavior was either disdainful or mocking... which made Jiaming quite entertained.
After a short while, the Eighth Prince's wife, her face dark with anger, checked the time and, seeing that it was about time, instructed the servants beside her, "Go and have someone bring the prince over for everyone to see."
Jiaming listened to the Eighth Prince's wife's casual tone, as if the prince were nothing special. Then, she subconsciously glanced at Wang Shi, thinking that she would also be unhappy if her own son were treated so humiliated.
That's just how awful she is; she feels good when she sees the enemy unhappy.
Sure enough, Wang couldn't help but feel indignant, but she knew that this was not a suitable time to argue with Guo Luoluo. Moreover, there were plans to be implemented after her eldest son arrived, so she had no choice but to endure it in order to ensure the plan could be carried out.
However, she certainly wouldn't let it go so easily. She couldn't do it openly, and she couldn't do it in private either. Hmph, she would whisper in the Eighth Prince's ear later. The Eighth Prince values the First Prince so much. If he knew that Lady Guoluo was treating the First Prince so badly, he would be even more disfavored!
Jiaming could never know what Wang was thinking, but she could still see the changes in Wang's expression, knowing that the other woman was indeed in a bad mood, which made her feel very comfortable.
Just then, Jiaming's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and a sudden chill ran down her spine. A familiar feeling washed over her—she had been tricked again. Instantly, alarm bells rang in her mind.
"Oh my, this is the eldest prince of the manor..." Suddenly, a voice came to Jiaming's ears. She looked in the direction everyone was looking and saw a maid carrying a "big red envelope" and waving it in front of everyone.
The prince was dressed in red, red shoes, red hat... all in red, which was bad enough, but he also looked like a nouveau riche, wearing gold and jewels. It was only because the prince was fair-skinned and cute that he didn't dazzle Jiaming.
However, Jiaming still felt some discomfort in her eyes, and her expression remained awkward. She tried to blink, and after feeling better, she couldn't help but glance around. Instantly, many noblewomen around her showed expressions of surprise, while the Eighth Prince's wife's previously unpleasant expression clearly changed.
Her straightforward disdain and contemptuous expression made her a representative of many noblewomen who were reluctant to express their true feelings.
Putting all that aside for now, for some reason, ever since Jiaming saw the "big red envelope," her bad premonition had only grown stronger. She couldn't help but wonder, could the dangerous scheme come from her brother? But he was just a one-year-old child, not as clever and sensible as her own son; how could he possibly know how to scheme against her?
However, since it wasn't proactive, it must have been reactive! While pondering this, she didn't forget to keep an eye on her surroundings.
"Consort Guarjia, isn't the prince adorable?" Madam Wang smiled and moved closer to Jiaming, acting as if they were old friends.
Wang's sudden approach caught the attention of the Fourth Prince's wife and Hesheli, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation.
Jiaming was self-serving and hypocritical. She rolled her eyes inwardly, but while answering Wang Shi with a smile on her face, she also noticed the look of amusement on the faces of the Fujin and Hesheli. She rolled her eyes again inwardly.
"Wang Gege's son is indeed very fair-skinned and cute!" It's just that his outfit is a bit too nouveau riche.
Since the prince is currently being raised by Wang's side, his attire is approved by Wang. However, Jiaming glanced at Wang again and didn't see her as a nouveau riche at all. How come her prince has such peculiar taste? This person is really strange!
Clearly, Ms. Wang did not think so. On the contrary, she thought her child was very good. That was fine, the child was indeed cute, but she just didn't think her child was dressed up badly. On the contrary, she felt good about herself.
"Right? You think it's cute too, and it's so soft and squishy..."
Jiaming listened to Wang Shi's words with a smile on her face, but inwardly she couldn't help but grumble—what's wrong with Wang Shi? She was scheming against her so much before, but today she's acting like nothing's wrong and talking to her nonchalantly. Well, she doesn't know she's been exposed, that she already knows Wang Shi's bad intentions, so she's acting like nothing's wrong and chatting with her. But isn't she being a little too enthusiastic? As the saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is either for a reason or for a thief."
Sure enough, in the end, Madam Wang looked at her expectantly and said, "The prince is so soft and cute, would you like to hold him, Consort?" Then, without waiting for Jiaming to speak, she took it upon herself to make a decision for Jiaming, "You probably would, don't be shy, I'll have the servants bring the child over for you to hold."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming reacted quickly and immediately knew that a crisis was brewing.
“No need.” Jiaming refused. Seeing that Wang Shi still wanted her to hold the child, she quickly came up with a refusal: “The prince is so, so delicate. My hands are injured, so it’s inconvenient for me to hold the prince.”
Even though Jiaming was in such a state, Madam Wang persisted, saying, "It's alright, you can sit and hold him, and I'll support you. That way, you can also hold your brother."
The Fourth Prince's wife and Lady Hesheli, who had known all along that something was going on between Lady Wang and Jiaming, immediately noticed that something was wrong with Lady Wang and began to focus their attention intently on Jiaming.
Jiaming was multitasking, but she also noticed the two men's eager eyes, watching the spectacle unfold.
She ignored it, pretending not to know, and appeared to be focused on dealing with Wang Shi. At the same time, her brain, which had been working at high speed, immediately came up with an excuse, "No, how can I? My hand is injured. I'm afraid of the worst-case scenario. What if I hurt the prince again?"
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