Princess Yong looked weary, her face a pale that even heavy makeup couldn't conceal.
When Ji Qingwu had last seen her at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, she remembered her complexion hadn't been this poor.
What on earth had happened these past few days? 'Could it be that Prince Yong is claiming illness and staying home, and the Princess is worrying herself sick over it?'
Ji Qingwu's fingers tightened slightly. The key to her plan's success hinged on the bet that the husband and wife were already estranged.
Tao Wanxin looked at her and said in a gentle tone, "It's been a while since I've seen you, Qingwu. You've grown even more lovely and radiant."
This was no mere flattery. Among the three of them, Ji Qingwu's vitality was indeed the best.
Although Ji Qingwu had been confined to her courtyard a few days prior, she had eaten well and slept soundly, fully restoring her energy. Her features had become even more delicate and charming.
