However, the delicate meals had no appeal to Bai Junjun; she bowed to Wenren Pingting and then nonchalantly took a seat.
"Princess Consort, forgive me for this, but as I was eating, you called me over. To not delay the trip later, I brought my own food."
She said as she took a bite of the lamb chop in her hand.
"..." Wenren Pingting watched her speechlessly, taking several breaths to calm herself before saying, "Eat these."
"?" Bai Junjun looked at her, puzzled.
"Eat these!" Wenren Pingting repeated sternly.
Her expression was stern, lacking the courtesy of the day of the Hongmen Banquet.
To Bai Junjun, Wenren Pingting’s expression was all too familiar—she had often looked at her like that since childhood.
"Bai Junjun, do you realize I am the Princess Consort now? I could kill you any time."
Bai Junjun smiled slightly, "Killing me is easy, but the precondition is that I would have to cooperate."
Bai Junjun was not the slightest bit concerned about Wenren Pingting’s threat. Even though Wenren Pingting was the Princess Consort, to her, she was nothing more than an ant.
Although Wenren Pingting had brought a thousand guards with her, truth be told, for Bai Junjun now, killing a thousand men was a simple task.
Even if she wanted, she could go to the Imperial Capital now, kill Prince Hanying, and even become a Local Emperor effortlessly.
Thus, Wenren Pingting’s threats felt as light as feathers to her, it all came down to whether she felt like cooperating or not.
Wenren Pingting was infuriated by her attitude, as if nothing could scald this dead pig.
"Bai Junjun, do you even know your status!" Wenren Pingting looked about to burst into flames.
"Alright, alright." Bai Junjun nodded in agreement; after all, she had no interest in the royal power.
If she didn’t want to be a Local Emperor, she could only follow the local customs and listen to the Local Emperor.
Bai Junjun, in a great mood, put down the lamb chop and picked up the napkin next to her to clean her hands.
Originally being a lady from the Shi clans, she was ingrained with the protocols of cleaning hands and handling chopsticks; even though Bai Junjun was a bit rough around the edges, these ingrained actions were still performed elegantly.
She leisurely cleaned her hands, and then slowly started eating the royal court dishes laid out on the table.
"You are really odd; if you wanted to invite me for a meal, just say so. Why put on such a fearsome look? Or do you think these dishes really taste that bad? Eating them is a punishment?"
Across the table, Wenren Pingting remained still, just quietly watching her.
Seeing that she was ignoring her, Bai Junjun did not speak further, quickly finishing off the ten dishes in front of her in no time, before speaking up again, "Big sister, what will you eat now?"
"..." Wenren Pingting was visibly annoyed, "Who is your sister!"
Why were ancient people so particular about sisters and siblings.
Forget it, is this lady perhaps having her period?
Calling her here out of nowhere, acting all passive-aggressive.
Or did Bai Junjun annoy her again?
Bai Junjun’s brow twitched slightly; surely not? She had been very well behaved these days, no misconducts at all.
Even though Wenren Pingting’s entourage moved slower than a turtle, she hadn’t complained; what right did Wenren Pingting have to complain about her?
Or was Wenren Pingting covertly rewarding her in this manner?
Grimacing as she was rewarded with such distasteful food?
Bai Junjun, unable to find an answer, could only wipe her mouth and asked, "Aside from eating, is there anything else you’d like me to do?"
"You may leave," Wenren Pingting said again.
"?" Bai Junjun glanced at Wenren Pingting, who had now closed her eyes, feeling as confused as a puzzled monk.