Lan Ruoyue curled her lips into a textbook saintly smile.
Paired with her cool, aloof beauty and flowing, ethereal clothes, it gave her an air of holiness.
The people closest to her were all captivated.
Only then did Lan Ruoyue speak in a gentle, cool voice. "How thoughtful of Shuyue. I came today to discuss with her how we might better serve the people. Could everyone clear a path so I can meet the lady of the Marquis's Residence?"
After a moment of hesitation, the crowd actually cleared a path, as though under a spell.
A trace of contempt rose in Lan Ruoyue's heart as she ordered the carriage to proceed slowly.
At that moment, she felt like the god of these ants.
Inside, Jiang Shuyue listened to Huahua's live commentary and nearly laughed herself to death.
[She really thinks she's somebody! She's pasted her left cheek onto her right-shameless on one side, thick-skinned on the other.]
Huahua: [Exactly. I've rarely seen such a bizarre host myself. She's probably planning to hold you morally hostage and make you hand over your treatment formula.]
Jiang Shuyue: [She really does have a thick skin. She wants to freeload off my medicinal pills and walk away with a good reputation, too. Keep dreaming.]
Huahua: [Exactly, exactly! She should take a good look at who she's up against. Host, get her!]
Jiang Shuyue: [All right. I'll teach her a proper lesson today!]
Jiang Shuyue rose and called, "Little Peach, I'm taking a nap. Pass on my orders: no one is allowed in until I wake up. I'm terribly cranky when I wake up, and being disturbed puts me in a bad mood."
"Understood, miss. Rest easy."
This move left Huahua utterly bewildered.
Hadn't she said she was going out to fight? Why had she