Ji Qingwu's heart stirred.
Her brother-in-law had noticed her older sister's change in mood the moment he walked in. And he hadn't hesitated to ask about it in front of everyone.
'Was he going to see justice done for her?'
'It seems my older sister's place in the Princely Heir's heart isn't as low as she herself believes.'
Lu Juan watched as Ji Qingwu's eyes shifted between him and Qingrong. Her dewy eyes darted about before she revealed a look of distinct satisfaction.
As if she now approved of him.
Hearing Lu Juan's question, Madam Cui's heart tightened. She had come to Ninghua Hall to ask about the soup precisely because she knew he was on duty at the court today and wouldn't be home.
'Now, all I can do is try to gloss over this quickly.'
Madam Cui smiled and waved a dismissive hand. "It's nothing serious," she said. "Just a few squabbles within the household. It's not worth your time."
'It was hardly "a few squabbles."'
