Familiarity breeds ease; by this time, Bai Junjun no longer needed the horse carriage servants to lift the curtain for her. She flung it aside and plopped down next to Wenren Pingting, rolling up her sleeves to start eating.
"..." Wenren Pingting.
Bai Junjun glanced at her, "You wanted me to eat, right? Well, I’m eating."
"..." Wenren Pingting.
"You’re really strange. If you don’t like it, just tell the chef to stop making it, there’s no need to torture me ."
As Bai Junjun spoke, she gulped down the bowl of health-preserving concoction.
Wenren Pingting was stupefied for a good while before finally showing a trace of a smile.
"I don’t dislike these dishes."
"?" Bai Junjun was puzzled: "Then what are you doing?"
"I just know you hate them," Wenren Pingting replied indifferently.
"..." Bai Junjun immediately became displeased and put the bowl back on the table, "What do you mean by this, Princess Consort? Are you playing with me?"
Wenren Pingting curved her lips but did not answer.
She really was annoyed by Bai Junjun’s attitude. Having fallen to this state, how could she still manage to smile?
Every time she heard the laughter from behind or the annoying scent of grilled meat, her head throbbed with pain.
As the legitimate daughter of the Bai Yang Clan, wouldn’t she wake from nightmares in the middle of the night?
Especially when facing this table of emotionless royal court dishes, while Bai Junjun tirelessly ate and drank meat and liquor, this feeling made her whole body uncomfortable.
Indeed, she was the one adorned with wealth and honor, while Bai Junjun was destitute and wandering.
But why was she walking around like a living corpse, while Bai Junjun acted as if nothing had happened?
Wenren Pingting was good at reading others; although Bai Junjun didn’t say it at the last banquet, her micro-expressions had told her she didn’t enjoy these royal court dishes.
So Wenren Pingting couldn’t quite explain her own feelings when she impulsively summoned Bai Junjun and ordered her to finish the dishes.
Only when she saw disgust on Bai Junjun’s face did she feel at ease.
Today, Bai Junjun finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Wenren Pingting stopped pretending, too. She laughed triumphantly as if she had finally let out years of pent-up frustration.
Bai Junjun looked at her indifferently, then quietly scooped up the bubbly meat and stuffed it into her mouth.
"You’re so childish."
Wenren Pingting thought that Bai Junjun would flip the table in anger, but instead, she called her childish?
"Who uses food to punish people? Don’t you know how precious food is to the starving outside?"
Bai Junjun looked at her solemnly, continuing to eat the bubbly meat: "Even if it’s disgusting, I’ll finish it. After all, these are all health-preserving dishes. Thanks to them, I’ve gained quite a bit of weight these past days. If I become more shapely in the future, I won’t forget your contribution today."
"..." Wenren Pingting: "You!"
"What about me?" Bai Junjun squinted at her: "Don’t forget what you said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If you want me to cooperate with you against Yuwen Jun, then don’t make things difficult for me. Otherwise, if you provoke me, I can’t promise I won’t change my mind."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll threaten you with something else?" asked Wenren Pingting.
Bai Junjun shrugged nonchalantly
"What do I have left now? If you’re hoping to threaten me with my younger siblings from the concubine-born branch, go right ahead. Nobody knows better than you how worthless they are, right?"
"Then why bother taking them with you?"
"Bringing them along is of course to look for an opportunity to rise again, but if they become a burden, I can abandon them in an instant."
Bai Junjun looked at Wenren Pingting arrogantly.
Both of them were in the horse carriage, yet their gazes clashed as if they were in a gladiatorial arena, neither showing any sign of weakness, sparks practically flying from their eyes.