Chapter 190: As Long As You Are Happy

Jun Jun Yiyi was nearly driven mad with anxiety; seeing everyone else bowing, she gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and simply pretended to stumble.

She toppled to the ground along with her chair with a loud 'Bang!' She exaggerated her pain dramatically yet clung tightly to the chair, refusing to let the maids help her up.

Suppressing her embarrassment, she managed to perform the bow while leaning awkwardly in that position.

But the chair seemed to have taken root, sticking firmly to her buttocks; Jun Jun Yiyi struggled for a long while before finally using both hands to lift herself and the chair together, then sitting back down.

What on earth is happening! Jun Jun Yiyi roared inwardly, yet dared not shout aloud.

She could only sweep her surroundings with a gaze nearly spitting fire, as if determined to identify the culprit responsible.

Her peripheral vision caught the faint, barely perceptible smile on Seeing Jun Jun Zijin's face, instantly confirming in her heart that this wretch must be behind it.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng had no idea what kind of stunt Jun Jun Yiyi was pulling; unable to reprimand her in front of several Weizu Sect elders, he simply closed his eyes and pretended not to see.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin and her three sisters nearly suffered internal injuries from holding back their laughter.

"Eldest Sister, what is wrong with you?"

Jun Jun Shuyan feigned ignorance, blinked her eyes, and asked aloud.

"Pfft!" Quan Quan Qingle could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.

Jun Jun Yiyi was so ashamed her face flushed crimson; she wished she could tear the people before her to shreds.

Quan Quan Aoyu turned his gaze toward Seeing Jun Jun Zijin, his eyes filled with indulgence while the corners of his mouth twitched slightly; needless to say, this mischief must be the handiwork of that mischievous girl.

The corner of Prince Chen's mouth curved upward slightly as he shook his head helplessly; this girl who refused to suffer any loss was indeed quite amusing, and only she was worthy of matching his son.

Quan Quan Tianyi's face was as black as the bottom of a wok; although he had taken Jun Jun Yiyi as a concubine solely for some unspeakable purpose.

Yet as the saying goes, even when beating a dog one must consider its master; making a fool of Jun Jun Yiyi right before his eyes was an affront to him.

He let out a heavy, cold snort, turned his head away, and clenched his fists so tightly that the blue veins on the backs of his hands bulged, yet he spoke not a word; in Quan Quan Aoyu's presence, he never came out ahead.

Jun Chengcai, by contrast, wore an expression of perfect calm, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him, leisurely sipping his tea.

His gaze was as calm as still water; he only occasionally lifted his eyes to glance at He Ling'er before quickly lowering his eyelids again to continue enjoying his leisurely moments.

All the servants present kept their heads bowed, yet their shoulders trembled slightly despite themselves, their suppressed laughter hovering faintly in the air.

They too could not figure out what had come over this eldest young lady today; their eyes were full of curiosity as they secretly stole glances at Jun Jun Yiyi from time to time, unable to hide their expressions of schadenfreude.

Just as the atmosphere reached the peak of awkwardness and Xiang Xiang Junzheng felt utterly overwhelmed, the Empress's rewards for Seeing Jun Jun Zijin arrived.

Xiang Xiang Junzheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the rewards had arrived at precisely the right moment, finally resolving this embarrassing situation.

The eunuch's shrill voice rang out:

"The Empress bestows upon Princess Lady Qingping two pairs of jade scepters, fifty bolts of fine silk and satin, top-grade eastern pearls..."

These rewards were exceedingly generous; aside from gold, silver, and jewels, there were also many rare medicinal herbs.

One crate after another was carried into Seeing Jun Jun Zijin's courtyard.

This time, Jun Jun Yiyi was too distracted to feel jealous; a complex expression flickered across her originally iron-green face as she secretly rejoiced that everyone's attention had finally shifted away from her.

The farce in the Jun Manor finally subsided.

However, apart from He Ling'er, the rest of the group remained utterly confused by today's performance.

Quan Quan Qingle could not resist asking Seeing Jun Jun Zijin:

"Jun Zijin, why exactly was that chair stuck so tightly to Jun Jun Yiyi's buttocks?"

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin giggled:

"If I said she perhaps found the chair more comfortable to sit on and was unwilling to get up, would you believe me?"

"Tsk! Who would believe that!"

Quan Quan Qingle rolled her eyes.

The reason the chair stuck to Jun Jun Yiyi was simply that she had coated the chair with a layer of super glue, which she had retrieved from her dormitory within the Phoenix Ring space.

Jun Jun Yiyi, brimming with arrogance, had dragged Quan Quan Tianyi along and sat down without even looking.

He Ling'er burst into loud laughter:

"That was super glue; actually, to remove the chair, if she doesn't take off her skirt-trousers, she could just cut away the piece of fabric on her buttocks. But even so, her butt will still feel chilly~~"

Quan Quan Qingle and Jun Jun Shuyan laughed until they nearly passed out, while several maids followed suit, bending forward and backward with mirth.

Quan Quan Qingle laughed until tears nearly streamed from her eyes; patting Seeing Jun Jun Zijin's shoulder while gasping for breath, she said:

"This... this super glue, Jun Zijin, only you could think of such a thing!"

Jun Jun Shuyan finally managed to stop laughing, wiped the tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and nodded in agreement:

"If Jun Jun Yiyi ever learns that this super glue was behind it all, she'll be furious enough to die halfway; having to strip her trousers in public and cut away her fabric to expose her buttocks, Jun Jun Yiyi truly wouldn't be able to go on living!"

Just as the group was laughing most heartily, Quan Quan Aoyu's voice came from the doorway:

"You few, laughing like this, is there some monumental happy event?"

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin smilingly recounted the whole story to Quan Quan Aoyu, concluding with a single sentence: playing slowly is where the fun lies.

Quan Quan Aoyu shook his head helplessly, yet the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upward slightly, as he uttered a statement both domineering and utterly indulgent:

"As long as you are happy playing."

These words sounded as though whatever she wished to play at, he would support unconditionally.

Night fell like ink, thickly splashed across every inch of the Jun Manor grounds.

The Jun Manor, which had been bustling with activity during the day due to the Empress's rewards, remained brightly lit at this hour, with servants coming and going, busy sorting the rare treasures bestowed by the Empress and sending them into various storehouses.

Laughter and joyful voices continued unabated within the Jun Manor, as everyone remained immersed in the joy brought by this honor.

Next door, the Jun Residence appeared exceptionally cold and dim; Jun Jun Zhidie and Jun Jun Zhihao, who had been locked in the firewood shed for several days, were now sitting in the main hall, where the flickering candlelight illuminated their faces, filled with unwillingness and jealousy.

"Brother, just look at that triumphant air over at the Jun Manor; they merely received rewards from the Empress, what is there to be proud of!"

Jun Jun Zhidie's willow-like eyebrows shot upward in anger; she clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand fiercely within her palm, her tone brimming with resentment.

Jun Jun Zhihao let out a muffled snort, the muscles on his face twitching slightly:

"Hmph, that fire actually failed to burn her to death."

Jun Jun Zhidie's eyes rolled, and a trace of viciousness appeared on her face:

"Brother, why don't you climb over the wall again tonight to take a look..."

Jun Jun Zhihao's eyes widened:

"That bitch is surely prepared. Besides, so many guards surround the Jun Manor like an iron bucket; if I go, wouldn't I be walking to my death?"

Jun Jun Zhidie refused to let it go, grabbing Jun Jun Zhihao's arm and acting coquettishly.

Jun Jun Zhihao's mind flashed back to that scene from a few days ago; his heart stirred, and he reluctantly agreed.

The flying eagle overheard their conversation and immediately reported it to Jun Jun Zijin.

A flash of killing intent passed through Jun Jun Zijin's eyes. She hadn't even had time to go find them, yet they had hurriedly thrown themselves at her.