Fang Yiwan's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Jiao Hongmiao was immensely pleased.
He had known from the moment the two boys started making trouble that the Little Princess's identity would certainly come to light today.
He had long been looking forward to seeing how these people from the Lin Residence would react once they learned the identities of the two Little Highnesses.
Just as he had expected, Fang Yiwan's reaction, served up as the appetizer, was deeply gratifying.
Seeing Fang Yiwan's reaction, the others from the Lin Residence were utterly bewildered.
Madam Zhang ventured hesitantly, "Sister-in-law?"
Since marrying into the Lin Residence, she had never seen Fang Yiwan look so utterly lost.
That call brought Fang Yiwan back to her senses, and she hurriedly bowed with respect. "This humble commoner, Fang Yiwan, greets Your Highness, the Eleventh Princess."
A succession of sharp gasps rang out in the room.
This little dumpling was actually a princess?!
Madam Zhang staggered, her pupils trembling violently. "She-she's a princess?!"
Her boy Jingshan had offended a princess!
In her panic, her voice was shriller than ever before, carrying a tremor that had not been there earlier.
Lin Deyun hastily led everyone in paying their respects. Looking at the bowed, dark-haired heads before her, Jiang Yingcheng lifted her chin smugly. [Hmph, hmph, hmph! Now that you've crossed me, Chengcheng, you're in for a world of suffering~]
She gave a little huff. "Chengcheng hasn't said you may rise yet. You can't get up!"
Jiao Hongmiao: "..."
Everyone inwardly lamented their plight. They had no idea how long they held that bow; only when their necks began to ache did they finally hear the heavenly words, "You may rise."
But scarcely had they straightened and caught their breath when the soft little dumpling grinned and pulled forward the