Even when she subtly steered the conversation to the neighbor's house celebrating its first birthday, the Fujin (principal wife) pretended to be oblivious and used roundabout methods to prevent her from uttering any excuses.
Once again, the Princess Consort skillfully steered the conversation away from the topic, and Jiaming lowered her eyes, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and made a decision in her heart.
You're not giving me a chance to decline, are you? You're just beating around the bush, aren't you? Ha! I won't believe you. I'll be tactful and tell you directly that I don't want to go and can't go. Even then, you'll still keep beating around the bush and not give me a definite answer.
"Madam," Jiaming put down her teacup, looked directly at Ulanara, and said, "Please forgive me..."
"Reporting to the Madam," a servant's voice suddenly broke in. Jiaming felt annoyed, and looked at the servant who had entered with a hint of emotion in her eyes.
"What is it?" When the princess asked the servant, she quickly glanced at Jiaming, then looked back at the servant, a smile flashing in her eyes.
"Consort Hesheli, Consort Li, and Consort Song are waiting outside. They say they have something to discuss with you."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the Fujin let the three of them in. Then, she couldn't find a chance to refuse the invitation to the Eighth Prince's first birthday banquet when she was alone. Now, with the addition of three people who had ill intentions towards her, she had even less chance to refuse.
Not only could she not find an excuse, she rarely even had a chance to speak. Moreover, every time she spoke, she would only utter a few words before one of the people in the room would interrupt her.
After a while, the princess said she was tired. Before she could say anything, she waved her hand and led the servants away from the main hall, not giving her a chance to speak at all.
In the main hall, the three members of the Li family looked at Jiaming triumphantly, bid her farewell with a gloating tone, and then left with light steps.
Jiaming was depressed and unhappy.
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