Although this woman was young, her tea-drinking skills and demeanor were truly remarkable; she could practically be called a tea master.
The Prince of Jin had eleven sisters; which one were you?
Tang Zhuyun suddenly realized that she had hardly ever seen her... She had only heard of the Ninth Princess who was pursuing Pei Shen.
How cold-hearted the royal family is!
What a shocking rift between family members!
In short, it can be summed up in one word—great!
Tang Zhuyun disliked dealing with distant relatives and aunts; she preferred small groups.
For example, people like Xiu'er, Nanxing, and Ren Yingying... can all be included in the same pot.
Everyone likes yellow...
Yeah, curry! Don't get the wrong idea.
Instead of her own sisters-in-law, this fake sister-in-law showed up?
"Oh dear, I completely forgot, sister-in-law doesn't recognize me." The woman said with a grin, "I'm Jinghua."
Xiu'er muttered to herself, "I'm still Shuiyue!"
Tang Zhuyun: I am Yanyun.
Wait, something's not right!
I've already criticized this name!
Isn't this Jinghua, the Pekingese's sister—oh no, Qu Nian 'Jinghua biological sister?
"Qu Nian's sister?" Tang Zhuyun asked.
"It's me." Jinghua smiled and bowed to Tang Zhuyun. "Qu Hua greets Princess Consort."
Tang Zhuyun returned half a bow.
When the Prince of Jin mentioned Jinghua before, he told her that, by all accounts, she was his cousin.
Because Prince of Jin and Qu Nian had crossed paths before, and Jinghua was Qu Nian's follower, the two had met.
Tang Zhuyun hadn't expected Jinghua's style to be like this; why was it so tea-like?
Logically speaking, her parents were loving, and she only had one sibling. She had a happy life since childhood and didn't need to fight for anything. So why would she be so petty and demanding?
I don't understand.
But none of that matters. What matters most is that she wants to poison herself.
Tang Zhuyun felt a vague sense of crisis.
What you say isn't important; what you do is.
Jinghua might poison her right away, so we can't be careless.
Before she could speak, the Prince of Jin's voice was icy. "Qu Hua, you cannot gloss over what happened today!"
"Brother Prince of Jin, you were so fierce the moment we met." Jinghua pouted, but her eyes held a smile. "I even heard that you became nicer after you married your sister-in-law! Humph, you haven't changed at all."
Prince of Jin: "Do you believe me or not, if you keep speaking in a high-pitched voice, I'll slap you across the face, just like your older brother did?"
Tang Zhuyun's eyes widened.
Yingying is in grave danger!
Qu Nian was actually a domestic abuser?
If that's the case, then don't wake up; waking up will only cause trouble.
Also, was Jinghua's voice faked?
So subtly, Tang Zhuyun didn't notice at all.
She looked at Xiu'er, who had come after hearing the news, and the latter also looked bewildered.
Is it really that nice to speak in a high-pitched voice? Xiu'er said she wanted to learn too.
Jinghua, "Brother Prince of Jin, you're so fierce, you'll scare your sister-in-law."
This time, she used a slightly hoarse voice again, Tang Zhuyun thought sounded a bit like— Zhou Xun?
But whether it's her sweet, girlish voice or her slightly androgynous, husky voice now, it all sounds very natural.
Sensing Tang Zhuyun's surprise, Prince of Jin said, "She doesn't study the proper path; she's been learning ventriloquism since elementary school, and she's already achieved some success."
They were practically ready to give her a broken gong so she could go out and perform on the street.
Of all the women the Prince of Jin had met, he considered Jinghua the least reliable.
Proud, willful, stubborn, playful, and scheming.
Beneath her seemingly sweetest smile lies a distance that makes her seem unapproachable; she's just too good at disguising it, so most people think she's harmless.
For example, regarding the poisoning incident, no matter how innocent and sweet she pretends to be now, she can't hide the fact that it's related to her.
Although there was no direct evidence, the Prince of Jin knew what was going on by visiting at such a particular time and in such a manner.
Tang Zhuyun was stunned by the words "ventriloquism".
"Someone come here!" Jinghua suddenly called out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the guard pushed open the door and entered, bowing and clasping his hands in greeting. "Your Highness!"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
That's right, Jinghua the Prince of Prince of Jin's accent; it was practically identical, if not a copy-paste.
Tang Zhuyun, her bedmate, didn't notice anything different at all.
She, with her limited knowledge, was deeply shocked.
This is different from the previous switch between the two female voices; this is a change of track!
The Prince of Jin waved his hand, signaling the guards to leave.
The guard was completely bewildered and looked utterly confused, but he still obediently withdrew.
Jinghua raised an eyebrow smugly, laughed out loud, and cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "I'll make a fool of myself."
Prince of Jin: "Should I have someone give you a reward of two coins?"
"You're too kind, Prince of Jin."
Tang Zhuyun: So you guys keep pinching? The pregnant woman is tired.
The Eighth Master on the shelf next to them stared wide-eyed at Jinghua, his gaze almost never leaving her.
It said, "Today has truly broadened my horizons as a bird."
There are actually people who can mimic speech even better than that?
Eighth Master was greatly shocked, his frame trembling violently—Ahhhhh!
The chains on her feet made a sound, and Jinghua looked in the direction of the sound. A mischievous thought suddenly arose in her mind, and she imitated the call of a gyrfalcon.
The Eighth Master fell headfirst, but luckily the chain on his leg caught him, keeping him head down, wings spread, swinging like a ball—it was quite comical...
Jinghua smiled and looked at Tang Zhuyun: "A trivial skill, not worth mentioning."
Tang Zhuyun: Did I praise you?
As if she could hear her thoughts, Jinghua said, "Your eyes are full of amazement. It's actually very simple; I can teach you another day."
Tang Zhuyun: Thank you, but no need.
The Prince of Jin showed some impatience. "Qu Hua! I'm asking you a question!"
Jinghua: "Of course, I wouldn't come Sanbao without a reason. But Brother Prince of Jin, are you really not able to guess why I've come?"
The smile on her face gradually faded, and although her eyes were still slightly curved, there was an unyielding bitterness about her.
Whether the Prince of Jin guessed correctly or not is unknown, but Tang Zhuyun guessed a fraction of it.
Has Qu Nian's condition worsened?
Or has the situation in Southern Borderlands changed, requiring reinforcements?
In short, it must be related to Qu Nian's current situation.
The Prince of Jin said coldly, "If you're really in a hurry, you don't need to beat around the bush like this."
Jinghua blinked, her sadness lessening considerably, and she became much more serious this time.
Tang Zhuyun remarked that the girl's ability to change her expression so quickly was truly astonishing.
But so far, she hasn't shown any signs of being heartbroken.
Either Jinghua is very rational, or her relationship with Qu Nian isn't actually that good.
"It's not that I want to beat around the bush, but... let me think about what to say first..." Jinghua, "Let me sit down first, I'm so tired."
Having traveled a long and arduous journey, and after planning for so long, Jinghua was filled with anxiety, fearing that something might go wrong at that crucial point. She was truly exhausted.
"My brother's condition isn't good." Jinghua sat down in the armchair, her eyes somewhat vacant, her hands unconsciously gripping the armrest. "I heard that my sister-in-law, the Princess, has exceptional medical skills, so I've come to ask for her help as a last resort."