Rebirth of the Ninth Princess

The mention of the "hundred-day banquet" made Yuanjiu pause slightly.

Judging by their conversation, it seemed that her exposure would bring about danger.

In her past life, although she had been used as a tool, her role was limited to following orders, and she hadn't been deeply involved in palace intrigues.

However, with her sharp intellect, she could infer the implications from their words and, combined with her current identity as a royal child, she could understand their concerns.

A hundred-day banquet?

What kind of test would it involve?

She suddenly found a certain possibility amusing: what if Ouyang Qingcheng didn't even remember she existed as his child?

If he had completely forgotten about her, there might not even be a banquet in the first place.

Such a hopeful notion was entirely mistaken.

While the emperor's presence was customary at a royal child's hundred-day banquet, the planning and recording of such events were the responsibility of the court ceremonial officials.

Even if the emperor forgot her existence, the ceremonial officials would ensure the banquet followed proper protocol.

Thus, Yuanjiu would inevitably appear before everyone's eyes at the banquet.

Unlike their concerns, Yuanjiu didn't overthink it.

After all, the banquet was still more than a month away, and worrying now was pointless; it wasn't something she could resolve by herself.

Instead, she continued to focus entirely on honing her abilities each day.

As the day drew closer, Aunt Yue and Hanxue grew increasingly anxious.

Finally, the day arrived.

Early in the morning, Aunt Yue woke up Yuanjiu and dressed her in new clothes.

As before, Hanxue wanted to use an illusion to alter Yuanjiu's overly striking beautiful appearance, but Aunt Yue hurriedly stopped her.

"Are you out of your mind? There will be numerous magic masters at the banquet. Your little illusion won't fool them, and it might even get us charged with deceiving the emperor."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Hanxue was startled and filled with regret.

"Then what should we do? Her Highness is simply too adorable and beautiful. It'll be impossible to not attract people attention."

Yuanjiu glanced at the two of them and recalled the art of disguise from her past life.

Calmly, she began forming hand seals with her small hands.

Sometimes her fingers bent, and other times her palms turned upward, performing various gestures methodically.

For a baby, such actions appeared utterly comical.

Hanxue and Aunt Yue stared in shock, utterly dumbfounded.

What was happening now?

In the blink of an eye, a faint glow flashed.

Yuanjiu's facial muscles subtly shifted, and her face became utterly unremarkable.

At a glance, she looked nothing like her original self, yet upon closer inspection, there were hints of familiarity.

This was the brilliance of her disguise technique.

Hanxue's eyes widened in disbelief. "Her Highness is so amazing! But… how can Her Highness know so much when she's only one hundred days old?"

Yuanjiu silently gazed at a fixed point, her expression calm and enigmatic.

Aunt Yue was more cautious and immediately lowered her voice. "The ceremonial officials are about to arrive. Let's discuss about this later."