The Cat-for-Prince Switch. In the first-floor hall.
Xia Qingge, Chu Yuechan, Yang Jingshu, Natasha, Pei Yunxi, Liu Mengxi, Jiang Yiyi, Shen Yuxuan, Chen Xuewei, Freya, Hathaway, Windsor, Lu Xinyi, Joanna, Li Qingzhao...
Jiang Che's little and big wives, each stunning in her own way and beautiful enough to topple kingdoms, had gathered around the massive Golden Phoebe table.
A dazzling feast of beauties—slender and curvaceous, each with her own charm.
As they sampled the exquisite breakfast brought by the maids, the women chatted and laughed, eagerly exchanging amusing tidbits from their daily lives.
On the surface, they appeared to be getting along splendidly, harmonious as biological sisters.
In truth, though, beneath the glances and verbal sparring of these top-tier beauties, there was naturally no lack of undercurrents—open and covert competition, each vying to outshine the others.
After all, they were all proud daughters of heaven. None of them was willing to let another woman overshadow her.
However...
Their little private contests always remained within the safest boundaries.
No one would deliberately give the other sisters the cold shoulder.
If petty jealousy and internal squabbling over a man made their own husband annoyed or displeased, that would be truly foolish—a dead end of their own making.
Besides.
Under Young Master Jiang's perverse physical stamina, these women had long since formed an offensive and defensive alliance.
They had shouldered the burden together and fought through several utterly brutal "relay races."
The life-and-death camaraderie forged from struggling together in the same trench had indeed solidified the bonds between them.
Three women made a show.
Now, these women had vaguely divided themselves into several small circles.
Xia Qingge, Chu Yuechan, Chen Xuewei, and Natasha—four women with vastly different personalities—had come together to form a powerful faction not to be underestimated.
Although Leng Qingqiu was