The late spring sunlight flowed like melted honey through the carved window lattices into Tinglan Courtyard. Chen Weiwan sat cross-legged in a Xiangfei bamboo rocking chair, a copy of "Secret Records of the Capital's Eight Gossips" tucked between her fingers, her eyes glancing sideways at Chuntao, who was milling about in the corridor. In her arms, a maid held a half-person-high red lacquered wooden chest, its sandalwood clasps rubbed to a shine, and from time to time, the contents churned out a clattering sound.

"Miss, this box is about to fall apart!" Chuntao flushed as she shoved the box against the table. The lid snapped open, and a piece of ink-stained silk handkerchief rolled out. "The fake account book you stole from the accounting office last time is still in there. Liu was scolding the accountant in the storeroom yesterday!"

Chen Weiwan chuckled, swaying her legs and sitting up straight. She picked up the handkerchief—it had a half-broken lotus embroidered on the edge, the very trick Shen Ruoruo had used to slip drugs into her teacup last year during the Lantern Festival. Her fingertips brushed over the smudged ink on the handkerchief, and she suddenly winked slyly, "Chuntao, find the broken porcelain pieces from the 'Wugu Hand-washing Basin,' and Li Xiu's lame jade ring—oh, and that silver hairpin that Liu bit off when she pretended to be sick last time."

Chuntao squatted beside the box and rummaged around for a long time. Suddenly, she held up a jagged piece of broken porcelain and exclaimed, "Miss, look! There is still mud from Liu's fingernails on the bottom of this basin!" The piece of coarse pottery and broken porcelain glowed dimly in the sunlight. Shen Weiwan squinted her eyes and recalled the time when her aunt's palm was rubbed by the "grains and cereals" mixed with stones last year. The people in the yard buried their heads lower than the sorghum stalks and tried to hold back their laughter. Her shoulders were shaking with joy.

"Young lady, what are you secretly laughing about?" A smiling voice suddenly floated from the courtyard gate. Shen Weiwan jumped up in surprise, and the notebook in her hand dropped to the ground with a "clack". She saw the Seventh Prince Xiao Yu leaning against the moon-shaped door. His dark brocade robe was embroidered with silver cloud patterns, which flowed in the sunlight. In his hand, he was playing with a mutton-fat jade ring, the one she had "borrowed" a few days ago to keep as a treasure.

"Your Highness, why are you here?" Chuntao was so scared that she hurriedly picked up the "stolen goods" on the table, but Chen Weiwan stood up with her hands on her hips and deliberately pushed the box in front of Xiao Yu: "Come and see my 'treasure'! Your Highness, do you know what this is?" She grabbed a rouge box with a chipped mouth - it was the evidence that was smashed on the spot when Shen Ruoruo mixed itching powder into her makeup.

Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow and squatted down. His slender fingers brushed over the three small gold characters "Chen Ruorou" on the lid of the box. Suddenly, he chuckled, "I'm curious. You hid these things under the bed. Are you planning to save them as a dowry for your future son-in-law?" Shen Weiwan's cheeks flushed. She picked up a torn page of the account book and threw it at him, "Nonsense! This is called 'Anti-Scumbag Men and Slutty Women's Illustrated Guide. When I publish a book one day, I can sell it for ten taels of silver!"

"Ten taels?" Xiao Yu picked up a scrap of skirt stained with grass with his fingertips - it was the "itchy skirt" that Shen Ruoruo wanted her to wear at the Spring Banquet. "In my opinion, why not build a museum and charge ten taels for admission, so that everyone in the capital can come and see Miss Shen's 'silly sculpture magic operation'." As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up like two lanterns, and she rushed over to grab his sleeve: "Your Highness, you are a genius! Let's call it "The True Record of Shen Weiwan's Counterattack - From Silly White Sweet to Niu Hulu Wan"!"

Chun Tao was stunned listening to this, and the broken porcelain pieces in her hand fell into the box with a "ding". Xiao Yu looked at Shen Weiwan's sparkling eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to rub the top of her head, with a doting tone that he himself did not even notice: "Okay, tomorrow the king will have people from the Ministry of Works come to measure the yard and transform the three unused rooms in your east wing into an exhibition hall."

"The exhibits need to be categorized!" Shen Weiwan counted on her fingers. "For the first category, 'Aunt's Thousand-Layered Routine,' put that basin of grains; for the second category, 'Cousin's Green Tea Performance,' put her itchy skirt; for the third category, 'The Scumbag's Social Death Scene,' Li Xiu's lame crutch has to be the centerpiece!" She became increasingly excited as she spoke. Suddenly, she grabbed a chalk card for accounting and began writing on the table. "We also need to provide a commentary! For example, in this account book, write 'Liu withheld 300 taels of monthly salary in exchange for 18 kilograms of silver ingots!'"

Xiao Yu leaned against the table, watching her write and draw, a smile lingering in his dark jade eyes. The sunlight fell on her drooping eyelashes, casting tiny shadows, and the tip of her nose flushed faintly with excitement. He suddenly remembered the foolish look on her face when Liu had tricked her into handing over the storeroom key. Looking at her current demeanor, she seemed to be "invincible in the world of deception," he couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you want me to hire you a storyteller to tell you your glorious deeds every day in the museum?"

"Okay, okay!" Shen Weiwan added to the pink card without even looking up, "His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is specially invited to serve as Honorary Curator." Chuntao raised her hand timidly, "Miss, what about the ticket money..." "30/70!" Shen Weiwan immediately looked up, "70% for me, 30% for His Royal Highness!" Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Why only 30%?" "Because you're the Honorary Curator!" Shen Weiwan waved her hand confidently, "It's mainly my 'personal charm' that makes the money!"

Just as they were arguing, a sharp voice of a maid suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Chen Weiwan! You little bitch, come out here!" Shen Weiwan slammed the pink card in her hand on the table, raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiao Yu: "Speak of the devil, the devil will appear. Liu is quite competent as the god of reporting."

Outside the Moon Cave Gate, Liu was wearing a half-worn blue cloth dress, her hair in a messy bun, followed by two burly women, pointing at the gate and cursing. Seeing Shen Weiwan coming out, she immediately rushed over to grab her hand, but Chuntao quickly blocked it: "Madam Liu, please respect yourself!"

"Have some self-respect?" Liu suddenly sat on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying, "My poor husband! Look at the good daughter your eldest brother left behind! Building an 'Anti-Mine Museum' is clearly an attempt to trample on the face of our Shen family!" She cried bitterly, but secretly glanced at Xiao Yu, hoping that the prince could say something fair.

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