The assembled courtiers held their breath and waited for a long while, but instead of the little one's eager voice devouring gossip, all they heard was-
[Sigh... I wonder if Chengcheng's bundle has been unpacked...]
Travel was inconvenient, and she could not take too much luggage. She had put things in and taken them out over and over before finally choosing that tiny selection of things she most wanted to bring. If everything had been put back where it belonged, she would have to agonize over her choices all over again.
The civil and military officials: "..."
Jiang Yingcheng had no interest in the matter of "Uncle Lei's youngest son forcing his way into the Ke Residence," but now that the subject had been raised, they had to see it through.
Jiang Tinghuai cleared his throat, offered a few casual words of reassurance, and promised to personally reprimand that "thoughtless" Lei Mincai, then lightly brushed the matter aside.
Then Jiang Tinghuai turned his gaze toward several courtiers who could hear the little one's thoughts: Whose turn was it? Why wasn't anyone stepping forward?!
An indescribable pall of lifelessness spread over the officials' heads, and their looks toward Yuan Liangping grew considerably more "murderous."
Had this not come so suddenly, their minds would never have gone blank long enough to devise such a... such a method that could so easily cost them every scrap of dignity!
Wang Jinglun let out a long sigh and stepped out to the side. "This subject also has a request, which I hope Your Highness will graciously approve-"
Jiang Tinghuai feigned surprise. "Oh? What is it, Duke Wang?"
"My eldest grandson, Wang Bingxu, has now reached the age of the dancing spoon, while Chancellor Tan's granddaughter Zhining has entered her cardamom years. I humbly request a