A Late Invitation Letter

His Majesty appeared to be in an irritable mood. If she persisted in mocking the Crown Prince Consort now, she might inadvertently incur His Majesty's anger.

She was keen on avoiding any stroke of misfortune. Furthermore, there was no need for her to intervene, given that the Council of Elders' disapproval of the Crown Prince Consort was on full display. She didn't have to unnecessarily stick her neck out.

Zhongli Zhiwei couldn't help but take satisfaction in her restraint, sharing a knowing look with Chen Baojia.

However, Chen Baojia was gripped by deep worry and unease.

Just moments ago, her father had offended His Majesty. She pondered whether retribution would befall him underhandedly, even though vengeance wasn't a noble pursuit.

The grand hall gradually sank into hushed stillness. Aside from the faint sounds of guests hurriedly partaking of food and wine, no other noise pervaded the air.

A soft flutter… flutter…