Chapter 189: The Chair That Refused to Stay on the Ground

Hearing these words, Jun Jun Yiyi's face turned as sour as an overturned vinegar bottle, so acidic it made one's teeth ache.

In her view, she had originally expected this coming-of-age ceremony to make her the focus of everyone's attention, yet she was completely overshadowed by Seeing Jun Jun Zijin, which was already a supreme humiliation!

Even the guests arriving at the manor had come to join the welcome banquet for Seeing Jun Jun Zijin, which made the resentment in her heart grow like wild weeds; she wished she could eliminate Seeing Jun Jun Zijin immediately and be done with it.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin didn't care at all about those cold, snake-tongue-like eyes of Jun Jun Yiyi, and happily walked forward to greet Quan Quan Qingle and He Ling'er.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin's bright, beaming smile made Jun Jun Yiyi feel it was particularly glaring; she gritted her teeth and muttered:

"She really thinks she's some precious treasure. I wonder if she's pretending to be weak just to attract attention."

Hey, although the voice was low, Seeing Jun Jun Zijin could read lips; her steps suddenly halted, and she turned her head to retort:

"Do my affairs as a Princess fall to you to comment on?"

"Jun Jun Yiyi, there are two Princesses here; when did it become your turn to speak? Don't you see what kind of person you are?"

He Ling'er also understood lip-reading; from far away she knew what Jun Jun Yiyi was saying and immediately took offense.

She then took Seeing Jun Jun Zijin's hand, looking her up and down:

"Jun Zijin, these past few days have scared us to death; Her Majesty the Empress feared we would disturb your recovery and wouldn't allow us to visit you."

Quan Quan Qingle giggled:

"Exactly, our Jun Zijin is so precious; who dares to disturb her?"

Jun Jun Shuyan also came over, and the four of them chatted intimately, their laughter and joy unceasing.

Jun Jun Yiyi was so angry she nearly went mad, her fingernails digging into her flesh, but she ultimately dared not provoke Quan Quan Qingle again.

Although Jun Jun Yiyi had been as explosive as a bomb bag these past days, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

Yet she was at least not as brainless as Jun Jun Zhidie; before a proper Imperial Princess, she still had some reservations.

Just as Jun Jun Yiyi was about to lose her composure, the gatekeeper reported that Prince Yi Wang Fu had arrived to send betrothal gifts for the Eldest Young Lady.

Jun Jun Yiyi's eyes instantly lit up, and that face of pickled cabbage immediately bloomed into a smile.

Once she married into Prince Yi Wang Fu, she would surely assist Prince Yi well and trample all these lowly people under her feet.

Jun Jun Yiyi straightened her back, walked forward with dignified grace, preparing to welcome the betrothal gifts that could change her destiny, her mind already sketching out the future scene of her commanding wind and rain within the Wang Fu.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng dared not be negligent; even though he was unwilling deep down, he still had to go out to welcome them.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin frowned slightly, her gaze quietly turning toward the direction Jun Jun Yiyi had gone, a hint of imperceptible depth flashing in her eyes.

Quan Quan Qingle noticed her strangeness and asked softly:

"Jun Zijin, what's wrong?"

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin shook her head, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips:

"Nothing, just some minor incidents."

"Jun Zijin, don't let Jun Jun Yiyi affect your mood; she has always been so petty."

Quan Quan Qingle said, puffed up with anger.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin smiled lightly, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip:

"I naturally won't take it to heart, it's just that Prince Yi Wang Fu..."

She paused slightly, a flash of killing intent passing through her eyes.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Demon Thorn was given by Prince Yi to Jun Jun Zhihao; since Prince Yi and the Old Lady had never had a direct connection, how did this medicine end up in the Old Lady's food...

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin looked at Jun Jun Yiyi's back, her cold gaze sinking even deeper.

Prince Yi had personally come to send the major betrothal gifts, planning to take her back to Prince Yi Wang Fu once Jun Jun Yiyi passed her coming-of-age ceremony.

Jun Jun Yiyi was so excited, snuggling close to Prince Yi, her coquettish appearance simply unbearable to look at.

She pulled Prince Yi to sit down, her voice so cloying it could make one sick:

"Your Highness, today is this humble girl's coming-of-age day; unfortunately, it coincided with the welcome banquet for the Second Young Lady, truly causing Your Highness trouble."

This display of self-pity was worse than saying she, Jun Jun Yiyi, was the one being wronged; why not just fly to the sky?

He Ling'er simply couldn't bear to listen anymore, rolled her eyes, and complained:

"Jun Jun Yiyi, do you have any shame? This was originally our Jun Zijin's welcome banquet."

Jun Jun Yiyi took offense, jumping up from her seat in an instant:

"You are shameless!"

Little did she know that as Jun Jun Yiyi stood up, the chair also lifted off the ground with her.

Her face turned red; she secretly tried a few times, but it was always the same; as she stood, the chair stuck to her bottom and lifted with her; having no choice, she had to give up.

He Ling'er looked like she was holding back laughter; it was precisely this lively smile that made Jun Chengcai stare blankly for a full two seconds.

Quan Quan Tianyi frowned; he felt extremely annoyed by Jun Jun Yiyi's closeness, but he disliked Seeing Jun Jun Zijin even more; he turned to the side and spoke coldly to Xiang Xiang Junzheng, whose old face was turning red in waves:

"Prime Minister Xiang, today was supposed to be the Eldest Young Lady's coming-of-age celebration; with the Second Young Lady so brazenly usurping the host's role, do you, as her father, think this is appropriate?"

Xiang Xiang Junzheng's face turned pale then red in waves; deep down he cursed Quan Quan Tianyi to the ends of the earth—damn it, you outsider interfering in the affairs of my manor, do you think that's appropriate?

Just as he was about to speak, a leisurely voice, carrying a hint of laziness, drifted in slowly from outside the door.

"Who is saying my Jun Zijin is usurping the host's role?"

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice; they saw Quan Quan Aoyu in a set of exquisite dark robes, and Quan Quan Tianchen in a moon-white brocade robe; the two of them had also arrived at the Jun Manor.

He Ling'er saw Prince Chen's warm and otherworldly face at a glance, her eyes lighting up; the usually carefree He Ling'er's face turned slightly red.

Seeing the admiring expression in He Ling'er's eyes as she looked at Prince Yi, an inexplicable sense of unease surged in Jun Chengcai's heart.

The Jun Manor had few family members and had completely torn up its relationship with the Second Branch; originally a relatively quiet family banquet suddenly became extremely lively due to the arrival of these people.

Quan Quan Aoyu held a faint, barely-there smile at the corner of his lips, a smile that hid a meaning impossible to fathom.

"Today was originally my Jun Zijin's welcome banquet; when did it become Jun Jun Yiyi's coming-of-age ceremony? Did the Emperor and Empress bestow comfort gifts upon Jun Zijin, and does Third Brother have an objection?"

Quan Quan Aoyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his next words carried a hint of sarcasm:

"As for Prince Yi, rushing to send betrothal gifts, could it be that you cannot wait?"

Quan Quan Aoyu's gaze, half-smiling and half-serious, settled on Quan Quan Tianyi; his lightly spoken words instantly froze the atmosphere of the entire scene.

Jun Jun Yiyi's face grew even more gloomy; she never expected the Crown Prince and the Chen Prince to appear at this moment, bringing rewards from the Emperor and Empress to comfort Jun Jun Zijin.

She had no time to think further, for with the Crown Prince's arrival, everyone in the hall either knelt or stood to pay their respects.

Only Jun Jun Yiyi remained awkwardly seated on the chair that refused to be removed from her; the chair still stuck to her body had become her nightmare at that moment.

Jun Jun Yiyi was so anxious she was about to cry, but what could she do? If she did not pay her respects, would the Crown Prince fly into a rage and chop off her head?