"Miss," Chun Tao caught up and looked in the direction where the Seventh Prince disappeared, "Did His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince send you something again?"

"Check the accounts first." Shen Weiwan put away the jade pendant, her eyes sharp as a knife, "Go and move all the account books between Liu's room and the Second Prince's Mansion, especially the detailed list of gifts received this morning."

The sun at noon made the parrot under the corridor droop its head. Chen Weiwan stepped into Liu's courtyard again with an empty food box, but saw Lu'e squatting at the door and crying breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows and glanced at her red and swollen eyes.

Lu'e sobbed and pointed towards the inner room: "Madam...Madam said she wanted to go and see the wedding dress in person, but she fell in the corridor and sprained her ankle!"

Entering the inner room, Shen Weiwan saw Liu twisting and turning on the bed, holding her ankle. Her brows were furrowed, but she didn't show any pain. Instead, a subtle smugness flashed across her eyes. She sneered in her heart, but her face showed an anxious look: "Oh, aunt, how could you be so careless!"

Seeing that she had taken the bait, Liu cried even harder: "It's all my fault, poor soul. I can't even worry about my daughter's coming-of-age ceremony..."

"Don't worry, Auntie." Shen Weiwan interrupted her, her tone just right to comfort her, "I've asked Chuntao to take the wedding dress to the warm room to dry it. I guarantee it's clean." She paused, her fingertips gently stroking the hard object in her sleeve, "But speaking of drying clothes, it reminds me of something."

Liu's heart skipped a beat, and she felt as if an ice cone was falling into her abdomen.

"Yesterday I asked Chuntao to air your bedding for you," Shen Weiwan smiled innocently and took out a piece of letter from her sleeve. The wax seal glowed dark red in the sunlight, "and I found this in the cotton wool."

Liu's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and she struggled to snatch it away: "Where...where did you steal it from?!"

"Steal?" Chen Weiwan put the letter away, her fingertips running over the exclusive emblem of the Second Prince's Mansion on the seal, "Of course I found it in your bedding. Aunt, the letter says 'such and such at the coming-of-age ceremony', I wonder what kind of trick it is?"

Liu saw the icy smile in her eyes and knew she was completely exposed. She collapsed on the bed, her face ashen, her ears buzzing—the words in the Second Prince's secret letter, "Let Shen Weiwan embarrass herself in Guanyin Temple," now transformed into invisible slaps, slamming her face hard.

"Aunt, take good care of your injuries." Shen Weiwan turned and left, her skirt sweeping across the edge of the bed. "I won't bother you with the coming-of-age ceremony."

After leaving the courtyard, Chuntao couldn't help asking, "Miss, when did you put the letter in the quilt?"

"When I delivered the Huanglian Decoction yesterday." Chen Weiwan sneered and took out another piece of paper from her sleeve. It was the fake secret letter she had forged. "The Second Prince wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife, so I will give him a blunt knife."

As dusk drifted over the window lattices, Shen Weiwan sat in front of the mirror, the fluorescent powder in her hand shimmering faintly blue under the lamplight. Chuntao stood by, holding the brocade wedding dress, watching her gently rub the powder into the folds of her skirt. "Miss, can this thing really make Shen Ruorou look bad?"

"More than just embarrassing herself." Chen Weiwan blew the powder off her fingertips, a cunning glint in her eyes. "I'm going to turn her into a glowing monster under the Buddha's light in the Guanyin Temple." She remembered the Seventh Prince's reminder today and put the fluorescent powder into her makeup box. "Go and recheck the account books of Liu's embezzlement. Tomorrow, these accounts should be exposed to the light of day."

At this moment, in the Seventh Prince's study, Xiao Yu held the secret report to the candlelight. The flames licked the paper, and the words "The Second Prince intends to frame Shen Weiwan during the prayer" gradually became blurred. He looked out the window at the lights in the direction of the General's Mansion, and a sneer curled his lips. "Chen Weiwan, I want to see how you will respond to this trick." He raised his voice to the guards in the dark, "Pass on my order. Tomorrow at the Royal Temple, all secret guards will obey Miss Shen's orders."

The guards took the order and left. Xiao Yu walked to the window, playing with a jade pendant that matched Shen Weiwan's. A hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed across his eyes. Shen Weiwan, are you satisfied with the surprise I gave you?

As the night deepened, Shen Weiwan closed the last account book, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. Tomorrow's battle at the imperial temple was destined to be a fierce one. But her fingertips gently stroked the fluorescent powder in the makeup box, then touched the jade pendant given by the Seventh Prince in her sleeve, and a confident smile rose at the corner of her mouth. "Liu, Second Prince, your death has come."