After Yun Ran sat down, she calmly accepted the gazes from all directions. At the same time, she glanced indifferently at the people at the palace banquet.
There were many faces that she had seen before.
Sitting opposite her was the crown prince, Mo Jinyu, whose palm had been crushed by Mo Beiyuan. She also knew the table next to the crown prince. It was Mo Chengwang, who had wanted to dig out her heart when she first transmigrated.
Mo Chengwang seemed to be very shocked to see her. His eyes almost fell out and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Yun Ran pursed her pink lips and looked away, as she glanced at another familiar figure.
It was the chubby little boy who had rolled around outside the Sweetcake Carriage to bring the little packrat home that day.
