Soft murmurs of discussion arose amidst the crowd.
"I didn't know that Zhu Biao was so fond of his sister!"
"Not necessarily fondness, after all, the reputation of Marquis Zhenbei Residence is at stake. As the Princely Heir, he naturally has to cover up!"
"That's true, after all, they're family!"
...
Zhu Jiao kept her head down, feeling better only after they entered her courtyard.
Zhu Biao spoke gruffly: "Take a hot bath and have some ginger soup!"
Falling into the water and standing in the wind for a while could cause a chill, even during summer.
Women, all delicate and frail, troublesome!
Although they were siblings, they still needed to avoid suspicion as they got older. After putting Zhu Jiao down, Zhu Biao turned around to leave.
But Zhu Jiao grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "Third Brother, it was Bai Zi who pushed me!"
Zhu Biao stiffened.
Zhu Jiao wouldn't say this without reason. So if she said this, it meant her thoughts had been read.
