Princess Jing Hui was surrounded by a hundred Imperial Guards and additional staff from the Prime Minister's household. Her presence was exceedingly dignified, and as the two women entered the pavilion, the princes of the Noble Families, on learning her identity, restrained themselves and paid their respects. It seemed they weren't surprised by Princess Jing Hui's arrival; rather, it was Qin Yu's appearance that raised eyebrows.
The Prime Minister's Wife was like a Vase, delicate and graceful. True to form, she didn't say much, leaving all the lively chatter to Princess Jing Hui. She just sat there, a hand resting on her chin, listening to conversations with a gentle smile, occasionally glancing toward the river in front of her.
Someone had already caught a Small Fish.
