Jiao Hongmiao slowly lowered his head.
The Little Princess still had her head buried in his arms. Meanwhile, the usually composed Seventh Prince stood rooted to the spot with a wooden expression, yet no matter how he looked at him, there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.
Jiao Hongmiao: "..."
The terror of that instant had gone straight to his head, making him briefly forget that this mischievous Little Princess was an expert at staging incidents and pinning the blame on others.
Jiao Hongmiao squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, his superb acting skills made the fury in them burn even hotter than before.
With the atmosphere already worked up to this point, he could only steel himself and keep acting.
"Master Lin, what do you have to say?"
Jiao Hongmiao had weathered years of ups and downs in officialdom to climb to his current position. How could he always have been the easygoing man the Little Princess knew?
When he unleashed the full force of his presence, even Xu Jiu, standing opposite him, froze for a moment.
Lin Deyun instinctively glanced at Fang Yiwan. "Well..."
Although he was the head of the household, the Fang family had produced a lady of distinction in the imperial harem. He had heard that she had recently been promoted to consort, and as the tide rose, Fang Yiwan's standing in the Lin Residence had risen with it.
Now that something like this had happened, he could only hope that Lord Jiao, who had arrived so unexpectedly, would show the Lin Residence some consideration for that lady's sake.
Fang Yiwan knitted her delicate brows, casting a sharp gaze at the two Lin boys in the corner.
These two had always known where to draw the line when bullying Jinshu.