When Chen Yi faced Empress An directly, he had already anticipated that the long-restrained female crown would rise in retaliation.
The reason he had given her the golden hairpin was precisely because he had prepared for this moment.
As the female crown finished her statement, it was like a proclamation; the undercurrents at the banquet abruptly shifted, as though a storm was brewing. Not to mention the attendees at the table, even the palace maids serving nearby couldn't help but steal glances and raise their eyes.
The expressions of the women varied.
Chen Yi observed every subtle change in their expressions and then turned to look at the Empress Dowager seated at the head of the table.
Gazing at Empress An, some of Chen Yi's suspicions were thoroughly confirmed.
Empress An must have known about his marriage proposal at the Jing Prince Mansion long before.
Every seemingly casual arrangement since his arrival at the palace was deliberate, serving to substantiate this fact.
