Confrontation

Just Song Jia's performance allowance made everyone in the hall stare at her in awe. Except for a few people, that is.

Huang Yimu had been clenching her teeth and clutching her robe tightly.

It was as if she was seeing red and her glare could burn through holes by how intensely she watched Song Jia.

At the table beside her was Ding Wu and he looked enamored with Song Jia.

'Has he forgotten that Song Jia is ugly behind that veil? Why does he look like he's admiring her?!' She thought.

She picked up her cup that was filled with wine.

"Your Highness–" She called out to Ding Wu.

The latter snapped out from his thoughts. "Ah–Do you need something?"

Huang Yimu showed a smile. "I would like to share a toast with you. It has been a while since we enjoyed a banquet together. Especially after the birth of our son, the little Prince."

"Ah. Yes. Fine." He nodded mechanically.