The next morning, Jiaming got up early, changed her clothes, combed her hair, and after having breakfast, she personally carried Hongjing to the main courtyard to pay her respects to the Fujin (princess).
Jiaming arrived at the right time, neither early nor late. Considering her status in the Prince's mansion, her arrival was just right, arriving a little earlier than Li Shi and Hesheli Shi.
As soon as he stepped into the main hall of the courtyard, everyone in the room turned their gaze to him.
As expected, Jiaming wasn't frightened at all. However, she always pretended to be weak in front of everyone in the backyard, so her face turned pale instantly. As she pursed her lips, her arms involuntarily tightened.
Hongjing, nestled in his arms, began to struggle cooperatively.
Jiaming knew her own situation well; although her arms looked tightly clenched, it was just a facade.
After all, she is the child's biological mother, and she wouldn't do anything to harm her for the sake of acting.
Why is Jing'er struggling?
With her eyes lowered, Jiaming clearly felt the various unpleasant gazes coming from inside the room, some jealous, some disdainful... Then, looking at the struggling little Hongjing in her arms, she suddenly realized what was going on.
Jiaming hugged Hongjing with both hands to the maximum extent to shield him, her eyes fixed straight ahead, and walked towards her seat in a very bad mood.
The main hall was quiet. Jiaming, who had just sat down, was bending down to tidy Hongjing's clothes.
No one looked away from Jiaming holding a child.
This was the first time Xiao Hongjing had experienced something like this. Sensitive to all the malicious gazes, he felt increasingly uncomfortable and even a little scared.
Sitting on Jiaming's lap, he felt his mother's hands shielding him from her terrifying gaze, and he struggled to crawl into Jiaming's arms.
Jiaming hugged him tighter, holding him even closer.
However, she was angry at the way people were looking at her.
Forget about pretending to be weak to fool others; your son is the most important thing.
Suddenly, Jiaming, who had been looking down, raised her head. The women in the backyard who were caught off guard and met her gaze were startled by her fierce look.
Damn, that look in his eyes, it's terrifying!
Patting their chests, the women glared back at Jiaming, intending to cause trouble for her, but Jiaming spoke first.
"What are you looking at? If you scare my little prince, don't blame me for going to my place to settle this with you," Jiaming said gruffly.
"What do you mean 'seeking justice from me'? You're clearly here to complain to me!" said the outspoken Suochuoluo indignantly.
In the main hall, the women in the backyard all cast approving glances at Suochuoluo.
Jiaming responded confidently, "So what if I complain? I'm using my connections to get ahead of you, why shouldn't I?"
The women were furious. How could Guarjia not be provoked and fall for it? Well, it makes sense. It was such a simple picture, hardly even a provocation. It would be strange if Guarjia had fallen for it.
Regardless of what these people were thinking, Jiaming continued in a cold voice, "I'm warning you, you can do whatever you want to me, but you can't target my children. For example, the way you looked at me just now, please tone it down, or you'll know how much I value my son."
As soon as the threatening words were uttered, the gaze she was giving him and Hongjing immediately softened considerably.
The women will let you off the hook for now, but once the young prince is gone, they'll kill you with their eyes and silence you with their words.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
But the peace didn't last long before Li and Hesheli arrived.
The Third Prince Hongshi did not come along; like Hongxuan, he was studying in the front courtyard at the moment.
The peace that had been gained from Jiaming's threats was instantly shattered by the arrival of the two.
After exchanging greetings, Hesheli couldn't wait to address Jiaming, saying, "Oh, Guarjia clan..."
"The Princess Consort has arrived!" came the call to arms, interrupting Hesheli's attack.
Hesheli glared at Jiaming, then immediately turned to face the head of the table, awaiting the arrival of the Fujin (princess).
Jiaming rolled her eyes at Hesheli, then stood up while holding little Hongjing.
A good show was interrupted before it even started, and the remaining people all showed expressions of regret.
Just then, the Fujin entered through the side door of the main hall. The side door was very close to the head seat, and after a few steps, the Fujin arrived at the head seat, then took Yao Huang's hand and sat down.
In an instant, everyone in the room composed themselves and respectfully said, "Greetings to the Princess Consort! May the Princess Consort be well!"
"Ladies, no need for formalities!"
Then, the princess consort offered him a seat and had tea served!
"By the way, it was quite lively when I came in. What happened?" The princess, who had heard the noise when she came in, asked, pretending not to know.
“Oh, I know about this!” Lady Li spoke first. “It seems that Consort Hesheli has something to say to Sister Guarjia, but she hasn’t said it yet, and you’ve arrived!”
The princess consort laughed and said, "So, I've come at the wrong time?"
“Where?” Hershey replied, “It’s not too late now.”
"Then, Ms. Hesheli, you continue."
Upon hearing this, Hesheli turned around and looked sharply at Jiaming.
Just then, the Fujin looked gently at the little Hongjing in Jiaming's arms and said, "The Fifth Prince is so big now. He went out for a while and hasn't seen her for a long time. He misses her a little."
Jiaming rolled her eyes inwardly. She didn't believe that the Fujin would miss her child. It wasn't her biological child. In her opinion, the Fujin wanted to focus all her attention on the eldest prince, Honghui.
However, she did not object to the Fujin wanting to show the demeanor of a legitimate mother by bringing her child over and showing concern for him.
In public, she wasn't worried at all that the Fujin would harm Xiao Hongjing.
So when Yao Huang came to her side, she promptly handed Xiao Hongjing over to her.
During this process, everyone tacitly drank tea, as if the verbal battle that had just broken out was an illusion.
As soon as Xiao Hongjing was in his wife's arms, the illusion he had just had instantly returned to life.
Hesheli launched the first attack, "Guarjia, you vixen, you're no good! Don't you know that my health is the most important thing? The other night you kept me up all night, fooling around with you, shameless!"
Without her child by her side, Jiaming put on a dramatic act, looking aggrieved, and said, "Consort Hesheli, what you said went too far, didn't it?"
"Ha!" Suochuoluo couldn't help but interject, "Where did that go too far? I think Consort Hesheli is right. You seduced the prince all night long, keeping him from sleeping and fooling around with you. That's shameless, that's a vixen, that's disregarding the prince's health."
"Exactly!" everyone echoed.
"But my face looks too young; I don't have the allure of a vixen!"
Everyone... that's the truth.
However, the problem was more serious. Although Guarjia's good skin had been a thing for a while, her late father had never been so "obsessed" with her.
For a moment, apart from the wife at the head of the table who pretended not to see and was playing with Hongjing's chubby hand, everyone else in the room looked at Jiaming with cold smiles.
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