Jiang Huai'an's intention to pick a fight was so obvious that Jiang Qiuyu darted behind Jiang Xingran with a whoosh.
The movement was far too conspicuous, and Jiang Huai'an noticed at once. "Oh, the Eighth Prince is here too."
He slowly walked over to the long table holding the pastries and casually picked one up. "Weren't you going to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist prayers? Is this how you show the Buddha respect?"
Jiang Yingcheng craned her neck to look.
What Jiang Huai'an had picked up happened to be a small meat-filled rice dumpling. Glossy with oil, it looked delicious.
Huddled behind Jiang Xingran, Jiang Qiuyu shrank back.
Why was I so unlucky? I'd only just eaten two pastries, and Jiang Huai'an caught me red-handed!
Jiang Huai'an's gaze swept over the boxes of pastries one by one.
He had intended to sweep all the food boxes off the table in one handsome, domineering gesture. But before acting, he remembered the watery, bland meals he had been eating in Consort Yan's palace these past few days, and another idea immediately came to him.
"Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, we haven't had any sweets before class today either, have we?" Jiang Huai'an casually pulled over a sheet of rice paper from the desk and lazily wiped his greasy fingers clean. "Pick a few boxes you like. We'll take them back and have a taste too."
The two exchanged a glance.
Everyone in the room knew that, though he had said to take a few boxes, there would certainly be nothing left by the time they finished.
Sure enough, after Jiang Yunjian and Jiang Monian walked up to the row of food boxes, they began packing them up without so much as a glance, not caring what was inside.
Jiang Yingcheng let out