Chapter 189: The Chair That Refused to Leave the Ground

Hearing this, Jun Yiyi’s expression was like an overturned vinegar jar, so sour it made one’s teeth ache.

In her view, she had expected this coming-of-age ceremony to make her the center of attention, but to think she had been completely overshadowed by Jun Zijin—it was already a supreme humiliation!

Even the guests who came to the manor were only here to join in the excitement of Jun Zijin’s welcome banquet, which made the resentment in her heart grow like wild grass; she wished she could get rid of Jun Zijin immediately to satisfy her hatred.

Jun Zijin didn't take Jun Yiyi’s eyes, which were as cold and venomous as a snake flicking its tongue, to heart at all, and happily went to greet Quan Qingle and He Linger.

Seeing Jun Zijin’s radiant smile, Jun Yiyi found it particularly grating and muttered through gritted teeth:

"Really acting like she’s some precious treasure. I don't know if she's deliberately feigning weakness just to grab everyone's attention."

Heh, although the voice was soft, Jun Zijin could read lips; her footsteps paused abruptly, and she turned her head to retort:

"Is it your place to gossip about my affairs, Princess?"

"Jun Yiyi, there are two Princesses here; when did it become your turn to speak? You should look at your own conduct."

He Linger also understood lip-reading and knew from afar what Jun Yiyi was saying, so she refused to let it slide on the spot.

She then took Jun Zijin’s hand and looked her up and down:

"Zijin, these past few days have scared us to death. The Empress was afraid we would disturb your recovery and wouldn't allow us to visit you."

Quan Qingle giggled:

"Exactly, our Zijin is so precious, who would dare disturb her?"

Jun Shuyan also joined them, and the four of them chatted intimately, laughter ringing out continuously.

Jun Yiyi was so furious she felt like going mad, her fingernails digging into her flesh, but in the end, she dared not provoke Quan Qingle again.

Although Jun Yiyi had been as volatile as a stick of dynamite these days, ready to explode at the slightest touch,

she was at least not as brainless as Jun Zhidie. In front of a proper Princess of the Imperial family, she still had some reservations.

Just as Jun Yiyi was about to lose her composure, the gatekeeper reported that the Prince Yi Wang Fu had come to present betrothal gifts to the eldest young lady.

Jun Yiyi’s eyes lit up instantly, and her sour-cabbage face immediately blossomed into a smile.

Once she married into the Prince Yi Wang Fu, she would certainly assist Prince Yi well and trample all these sluts under her feet.

Jun Yiyi straightened her back and walked forward with graceful poise, preparing to receive the betrothal gifts that would change her destiny, her heart already sketching out scenes of wielding power in the Wang Fu.

Jun Zhengming dared not be negligent, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he still had to go out to welcome them on the surface.

Jun Zijin frowned slightly, her gaze quietly shifting toward the direction Jun Yiyi had left, a hint of unfathomable meaning flashing through her eyes.

Quan Qingle noticed her abnormality and asked softly:

"Zijin, what's wrong?"

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

"It's nothing, just a small interlude."

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

Quan Qingle said indignantly.

Jun Zijin smiled lightly and picked up her teacup for a small sip:

"I naturally won't take it to heart, but this Prince Yi Wang Fu..."

She paused slightly, a flash of killing intent appearing in her eyes.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Demon Hellebore was given to Jun Zhihao by Prince Yi, but Prince Yi and the Old Madam never had a direct connection; how did this poison end up in the Old Madam’s food...

Jun Zijin looked at Jun Yiyi’s retreating back, her cold, frozen gaze sinking a few degrees deeper.

Prince Yi had come personally to present the major betrothal gifts, intending to take Jun Yiyi back to the Prince Yi Wang Fu after her coming-of-age ceremony.

Jun Yiyi was so excited, snuggling up to Prince Yi with such a coquettish look that it was simply unbearable to watch.

She pulled Prince Yi to sit down, her sweet, cloying voice enough to make one sick:

"Your Highness, today is supposed to be my coming-of-age day. Unfortunately, it coincides with the second younger sister’s welcome banquet; it truly wrongs Your Highness."

With such backhanded remarks, she might as well have just said it wronged her, Jun Yiyi, herself—why not just fly to the heavens?

He Linger couldn't listen anymore, rolled her eyes, and retorted:

"Jun Yiyi, do you have no shame? This was originally my Zijin’s welcome banquet."

Jun Yiyi wouldn't have it and stood up with a jerk:

"You are all shameless!"

Who would have thought that as Jun Yiyi stood up, the chair would lift off the ground with her.

Her face turned red, and she secretly tried a few times, but it was the same; as she rose, the chair stuck to her backside and lifted off the ground too. With no other choice, she had to give up.

He Linger tried to suppress her laughter; it was this lively smile that made Jun Chengcai daze for a full two seconds.

Quan Tianyi frowned; he felt extremely disgusted by Jun Yiyi’s proximity, but he disliked Jun Zijin even more. He spoke coldly to Jun Zhengming, whose face was flushing red beside him:

"Prime Minister Jun, today is the coming-of-age celebration for the eldest young lady of the Jun family. As a father, do you think it is appropriate for the second young lady to be so presumptuous?"

Jun Zhengming’s face turned white and then red; he cursed Quan Tianyi to the depths of hell in his heart. Damn it, you are an outsider interfering in his family's affairs—do you think that is appropriate?

Just as he was about to speak, a languid and somewhat lazy voice drifted in from outside the door.

"Who is saying my Zijin is being presumptuous?"

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Quan Aoyu in a precious ink-colored gown and Quan Tianchen in a moon-white brocade robe. The two of them had come to the Jun manor together.

He Linger’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the gentle and ethereal face of Prince Chen; the usually boisterous He Linger’s face flushed slightly.

Seeing the admiring expression on He Linger’s face as she looked at Prince Chen, Jun Chengcai felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

The Jun manor had few members, and having completely broken ties with the second branch, the originally quiet family banquet became lively and extraordinary due to the arrival of these people.

A faint, elusive smile hung on the corners of Quan Aoyu’s lips, a smile that hid an unfathomable meaning.

"Today is clearly my Zijin’s welcome banquet; when did it become Jun Yiyi’s coming-of-age ceremony? Does Third Brother have an opinion on the shock-calming gifts bestowed upon Zijin by the Emperor and Empress?"

Quan Aoyu raised his eyebrows slightly, his subsequent voice becoming a bit more sarcastic:

"As for Prince Yi, you are in such a hurry to present betrothal gifts—could it be that you can't wait?"

Quan Aoyu’s gaze fell on Quan Tianyi with a mocking smile; his light, airy words caused the atmosphere of the entire scene to freeze instantly.

Jun Yiyi’s expression grew even gloomier; she never expected the Crown Prince and Prince Chen to appear at this time, and to bring the Emperor and Empress’s "shock-calming" gifts for Jun Zijin.

She had no time to think, for as the Crown Prince had arrived, everyone in the hall began to pay their respects, either kneeling or standing.

Only Jun Yiyi remained awkwardly seated on the chair that refused to leave the ground. The chair that she couldn't shake off had become her nightmare at this moment.

Jun Yiyi was so anxious she was about to cry, but what could she do? If she didn't pay her respects, would the Crown Prince be enraged enough to have her head chopped off?