Yang Ruxin subtly felt several obvious glances, the most undeniable being from the Tenth Prince Qi Jingrong, whose look was as if he were gazing at a fly, but Yang Ruxin smiled back and mouthed "Little Uncle," making him instantly recoil, lowering his head and refusing to look at her again.
Otherwise, given the setting, she would have laughed.
Another undeniable look came from Shen Wanxing. Her conflict with the Shen Family had long roots, and she had taken care of Shen Jiayin later on, so naturally, the old man regarded her as adversarial, casting a gloomy glance that could make the timid bristle with fear. However, Yang Ruxin didn't care and instead gave him an exceedingly bright and complacent smile.
The old man's face twitched as he lowered his gaze.
"Alright, you may leave now." Emperor Xuanjing, satisfied, waved his hand.
