The Third Prince undid his knotted buttons, stripped off his clothes in a few quick motions, and promptly climbed into bed.
Only after climbing in did he notice that the person on the bed had a silk scarf wrapped around their face, making it difficult to see clearly.
The Third Prince already had a guilty conscience, but the thought of the Fifth Miss waking up shortly and finding him beside her sent a thrill through him.
You dared call me a shorty? I'll make you pay!
You damned woman. That one word, "shorty," has kept you on my mind all this time!
Afraid that pulling off the scarf would wake her, the Third Prince hurriedly finished undressing, slipped beneath the covers, and pretended to sleep.
He had barely lain down when the person beside him farted.
The Fifth Miss farts in her sleep. How adorable... Ugh! What did she eat? Why does it stink so badly?!
Before long, a clamor of footsteps sounded outside the side hall.
Jian Ruonan took a closer look. Well, well, wasn't that Consort Soup?
Consort Soup had brought people to catch the adulterers in the act.
Consort Soup led the way, followed by several titled ladies-the same ones who had just paid their respects to the Empress Dowager at Cian Palace, only now the Old Madam and Min had joined them.
"You must all be tired. Let's rest our feet in the side hall and have some fragrant tea."
It was New Year's Eve, and almost every hall had attendants on duty with hot water ready.
Consort Soup led them inside with a radiant smile.
By bringing all these titled ladies, Consort Soup meant to make a scene. Yet she had chosen this side hall in the middle of nowhere, where not even birds would