Rebirth of the Ninth Princess

The magnetic and captivating voice echoed, softening the cold atmosphere of the grand hall.

Yet, no matter how well it was masked, Yuanjiu could still discern the indifference hidden within.

In that sense, they were kindred spirits.

Aunt Yue quickly bowed her head and stepped forward. "Your Majesty, the child in my arms is the Ninth Princess."

Ouyang Qingcheng's gaze lazily swept toward the infant in the elderly woman's arms.

He observed the child who is sitting quietly in her embrace.

The child look appearing unusually wooden and still devoid of the liveliness that someone might expect from a baby.

Her small and ordinary face lacked any outstanding features.

The concubines in the sacred hall made no effort to hide their disappointment and disdain, while the other royal children looked curiously at this infant sibling.

Yuanjiu remained composed and completely unaffected by the surrounding atmosphere.

Her eyes focused instead on a long rectangular table positioned at the center of the hall.

The table draped with a bright red cloth and bore a mysterious dark wooden stand.

The stand branched into three prongs, holding a transparent sphere about the size of an adult's palm.

The sphere shimmered faintly with a crystalline glow.

Next to the crystal ball sat a peculiar gray container, its odd shape catching the eye.

Inside it lay small glass beads, each smaller than a quail egg.

These beads, around twenty in total, had been washed with holy water and imbued with blessing incantations by the Grand Priest.

Their arrangement seemed to form a specific pattern.

The focus of today's event was clearly this large crystal ball.

Yuanjiu thought to herself: Is that what they're going to use for the test?

How could a crystal ball be used to measure anything?

Ouyang Qingchengn cast a casual glance at the child, his thoughts appearing distant.

Just five days earlier, the palace had held a hundred-day banquet for his Eight Princess, Ouyang Yuaner, and he was already weary of such formalities.

His presence here was purely perfunctory.

However, with that single, distracted glance, his lips curved slightly.

His keen perception quickly picked up on something interesting—a one-hundred-day-old infant had somehow identified the focal point of today's proceedings.

As far he understood, the infants around three months old are typically drawn toward more colorful bright colors.

They tend to curious and excited by the world of vivid hues.

The grand sacred hall was lavishly decorated with vibrant shades, and his concubines were adorned in dazzlingly colorful attire.

Logically, this child's gaze should have been captivated by these brilliant sights.

Yet, the infant before him was fixated solely on the unassuming crystal ball.

His interest piqued immediately.

He leaning forward slightly as if to believe that this shift in posture would allow him to get a better view of the child.

However, Yuanjiu could still sensed it—the man seated above was staring at her intently.

You're bound to be disappointed today, she thought to herself.

Standing in front of the table at the center of the hall was none other than Li Yuantong, the Caohan Empire's Grand Priest.