Fu Baozhu was strikingly beautiful, and from her every word and gesture, it was clear that she came from a background of privilege, exuding an aura of nobility.
Even her dress was flamboyant—a bright red gown that made her the center of attention wherever she went.
At the moment, she was probing around, inquiring about the whereabouts of Jun Yuyan.
Her investigations had informed her that Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu were already sharing a room and even dined together. She had deliberately come so early in hopes of catching a glimpse of Jun Yuyan.
But after scanning the courtyard, where was there a trace of that man?
"Miss Fu, you come in and instantly start looking for my husband. To the unaware, it seems like you're eager to enter the Prince Mansion as a concubine," said Murong Jiu with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Fu Baozhu, her thoughts pierced, felt a surge of annoyance but responded with a laugh,
