HRPM – Chapter 203 The Imperial Uncle Arrives

She even wanted to force herself into bizarre sitting positions so that everyone’s attention would remain fixed on her.

But if he did not let her sit, was he supposed to make her stand there instead?

“Go bring a low stool over,” Xiao Che reluctantly ordered the attendants.

Once the stool was brought over, Jin Luoluo arrogantly sat beside Xiao Che, stretching out one heavily bandaged leg and boldly propping it up on another stool beside the long table.

There was no need to describe how bizarre the posture looked. In any case, every person who glanced over at her had to desperately suppress their laughter afterward. No one even dared drink wine or eat pastries anymore for fear they might accidentally choke to death from laughing.

Yang Ruoyao sat opposite them, her expression complicated as she watched Jin Luoluo proudly swinging her leg while eating pastries.

When she first saw Jin Luoluo’s entrance earlier, she had secretly felt delighted.

Although she did not understand why Jin Luoluo would deliberately make herself look so terrible, such vulgar and ridiculous behavior and appearance would surely cause Xiao Che to lose all face. He would definitely dislike her even more.

The Empress, too, should have been disappointed in such a future daughter-in-law and treated Jin Luoluo coldly.

But Yang Ruoyao could not understand why, despite Jin Luoluo humiliating herself so thoroughly, the Empress still maintained a calm smile and did not seem particularly bothered.

And Xiao Che’s reaction surprised her even more. He had actually rushed out personally to carry Jin Luoluo back, without any furious rage showing on his face. Since when had he become capable of tolerating such humiliation?

He even compromised again and again, going so far as to bring Jin Luoluo a stool himself.

Why was it that a crude and unbearable woman like Jin Luoluo could win over so many people’s hearts?

Xiao Yu had fallen for her. Xiao Yan viewed her favorably. The Empress did not dislike her. Even Xiao Che was gradually beginning to treat her better.

Yang Ruoyao could not understand it. In what way was she inferior to Jin Luoluo? She was more educated, more refined, more elegant—yet the things she held in her hands were repeatedly being snatched away by Jin Luoluo.

Unwilling. She was utterly unwilling to accept it.

“It seems I’ve arrived late.”

A voice as graceful as blooming blue lotuses upon a lake drifted in with the night breeze through the cloud-patterned curtains, floating into everyone’s ears.

Even the noisy and chaotic great hall seemed to be instantly cleansed into silence.

Everyone knew exactly who this person was—the one who even dared arrive late to the Empress’s banquet—yet no one dared utter the slightest complaint.

Huh? Why did this voice sound so familiar? Wasn’t it that scheming prince who had tricked her on the lake that day?

So he was actually a member of the imperial family. But wasn’t he far too arrogant?