Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“As for this question… Princess Consort, please follow me outside
Confusion clouded Princess Matilda’s face, but she nodded and rose from her seat.
Confused, the judges followed Princess Matilda and Shen Fanxing out of the venue.
There were still many people outside the venue. Shen Qianrou wanted to know Shen Fanxing’s results, so she refused to leave.
‘Most people had seen or heard that Princess Matilda had entered the venue and had specially waited here to meet her.
‘When they heard that there was only a woman named Shen Fanxing left, they became curious about her.
“Qianrou, what do you think Shen Fanxing is doing inside? She clearly knows that there’s no hope in the end, but she’s still struggling…”
Annali frowned. Even though she said that, she felt uneasy.
After all, she had been with Shen Fanxing for three years. She was extremely familiar with Shen Fanxing’s unyielding spirit.
Shen Qianrou was conflicted. She hoped that Shen Fanxing would advance, but she also hoped that she would be eliminated.
“Don’t say that! What she’s best at is winning by surprise and swimming against the current. You think there’s no hope now? Perhaps it’s not a problem for her at all…”
Annali pouted. “Without the essential oil, how can she advance?”
Shen Qianrou sneered and glanced at her disdainfully from the corner of her eye. “Yes, you don’t. Is it all gone?”
Annali frowned and said, “That’s not it. But you’ve seen the last few batches. Most of them withdrew from the competition. It’s obvious that there’s very little essential oil that can be used… Against someone who has exhausted her potential, she’s at most struggling.”
There were many people present who shared Annali’s thoughts.
Ever since last night, they didn’t have a good impression of Shen Fanxing. Now, she was the last to delay the competition.
He was even more disdainful of her.
However, at this moment, the curtain of the competition venue was suddenly lifted.
Shen Fanxing’s tall and slender figure appeared first, holding Princess Matilda’s hand.
Under everyone’s surprised gazes, he pulled Wang Fei down the stairs and walked towards the purple lavender field not far away.
Behind them were the judges.
Shen Qianrou frowned, not understanding what was going on. She went forward to ask the judge, “Teacher Mijel, what’s going on?”
The judge named Miguel shook his head. “We don’t know either. If we follow them, we might understand.”
Shen Qianrou nodded her head.
Everyone outside the venue followed Shen Fanxing and Princess Matilda.
Finally, Shen Fanxing brought the princess consort to the purple flower field.
Princess Matilda looked at her, her face still puzzled. She shrugged and shook her head helplessly.
“You look very smart. I really want to know what you’re thinking now.”
Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and asked in fluent French, “Do you still feel uncomfortable?”
Princess Matilda blinked and put her pink lace-gloved hand to her throat. Then she looked amazed.
“Gosh, it’s really much easier. In that case, I didn’t cough at all.”
Shen Fanxing gave an expected chuckle..