The Emperor's Banquet Part 3: Jealousy

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the First Consort.

Her dress shimmered under the golden light, the deep purple fabric standing out boldly as she moved with effortless grace. Each step was perfectly timed to the music, each flick of her wrist radiating poise.

Her beauty was undeniable—delicate features, long, dark lashes, and an expression that exuded confidence.

Hua Jing sat quietly, observing.

From the way people looked at the First Consort, it was clear she held a certain influence over the nobility. Many of the upper-class ladies—wives of noblemen and esteemed officials—watched her with admiration, their gazes practically glowing with reverence.

This struck Hua Jing as odd.

These same women had been shooting her not-so-subtle looks of disdain the moment she had stepped into the banquet.

The contrast was almost laughable.

While the First Consort was practically worshiped, Hua Jing was met with scrutiny.