Jiang Shaohua's hearing was exceptionally sharp; even though Ma and Chen Sheren spoke in hushed tones, it didn't escape her ears.
She pretended not to hear and didn't turn to look at them, to spare them from embarrassment.
Cui Du was unaware that his moment of glory had sparked jealousy among his colleagues. He sat at the last seat and, when he lifted his head, he could see the Commandery Princess.
When they met a few days ago, he was only excited and joyful, but today he was much calmer and couldn't help but carefully observe the Commandery Princess.
Over the past half year, Jiang Shaohua had grown a bit taller, her skin remained dazzlingly fair, and there was a slight reduction in her imposing sharpness. It was as if she had been sculpted by wind and rain, becoming more transparent and rounded, and increasingly composed.
Cui Du frequently glanced at the Commandery Princess, something observed by Chief Historians Chen and Feng, though they pretended not to notice.
