Before Lu Chunyu could speak, Xianglan beside her couldn't stand it anymore and quickly answered.

"How can the master blame you? You are also kind-hearted and worried that the second young lady will become ill from being cooped up in her tent. This matter is absolutely not your fault."

Xianglan's status is similar to Errong beside Lu Chunyu, a trusted maid who grew up with her master.

A messenger representing the master's will.

All the good and bad words were snatched away by others.

Lu Chunyu, who had nothing to say, pretended to take a sip of the tea that had been prepared earlier.

Seeing that no one responded, he just stood there and sipped his tea leisurely.

Lu Chunxi was not annoyed. She pointed at Xianglan in annoyance. Xianglan pretended to slap her lips and playfully begged for mercy from Lu Chunyu.

"Look at this servant's mouth. It's only right that the Second Miss is angry with me. She should not alienate herself from the First Miss."

In front of the master and servant, Lu Chunyu twisted her handkerchief and smiled.

The master and servant, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, watched her lift her eyelids which had remained drooping since she entered.

With red eyelids, he glanced at them unhappily, his gaze floating to the ground, neither light nor heavy, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt uncomfortable.

"How dare I care about my sister's mistakes? Xianglan said that my sister is right, but she is wrong~~~"

The unspoken implication in the words made Lu Chunxi's face change slightly.

As expected of an empress who has climbed to the position of mistress in the palace, she is very good at cultivating her energy.

Being ridiculed by his sister both openly and covertly, his expression changed and when others looked at him, he instantly rejuvenated.

He affectionately took the uninterested Lu Chunyu's hand and recalled their girlhood before they got married.

"...My younger sister was very mischievous when she was little, so my father specially ordered the craftsmen to spend a lot of time and effort to make a colorful glass lantern."

"I waited so long until the day before the Lantern Festival, but my sister was naughty and broke it."

Lu Chunyu, whose memories were brought back by Lu Chunxi's words, tugged at his long and wide sleeves, brushed off the wrinkles on them, and said in a light tone.

"Sister, you must have remembered it wrongly. If my memory serves me correctly, you clearly broke the lantern accidentally."

"My elder sister cried so hard at that time. With tears in her eyes, she held my younger sister's hand and begged me to take the blame for her."

Lu Chunxi, who was dressed in the gorgeous clothes of a palace concubine, suddenly had a stiff expression, and her bright face seemed not so bright.

Lu Chunyu said softly as she lowered her head and played with her handkerchief until it looked like a flower.

"What can a younger sister do? I am a good younger sister who cares about her. So my older sister cares about me too."

Stop competing with your sister for men.