The old housekeeper looked at the young lady in front of him, who was smiling but hiding a knife in her heart, and remembered how Liu had coaxed her into exchanging her gold bracelet for a candy figurine when she was little. He couldn't help but sigh, "The young lady has really changed."

"People always have to learn from their mistakes." Shen Weiwan poured the river sand under the tree roots. "Next time Liu comes, tell her directly - want to take the hairpin? Eat this basin of 'precious' grains as a meal first."

The old butler was stunned for a moment, then stroked his beard and smiled: "I understand."

While the master and servant were talking, whispers were heard from behind the rockery.

"Did you see that? The Second Madam's face is as green as an emerald hairpin!"

"Keep your voice down! The eldest lady's move is too wild. She's rubbed the second wife into pig liver hands three times. Why didn't I realize she was so fierce before?"

"When the Second Madam cries in the future..."

Chun Tao heard the discussion and smiled, "Miss, the servants are all praising you!"

Shen Weiwan adjusted her hair in front of the bronze mirror, her silver hairpin gleaming coldly in the morning light. "They're not praising me, they're watching a monkey show." She turned and gave Chuntao a sly smile, "But this monkey show has just begun."

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the river sand at the bottom of the ceramic basin shimmered with a fine golden light. The servants in the mansion continued to stifle their laughter, but the atmosphere in the general's mansion had changed. The foolish daughter who could be manipulated by anyone was gone. Now standing in the corridor was a hedgehog holding a "grain-rubbing hand gift." Anyone who wanted to touch her had to first ask the sand in her palm if it agreed.

Chun Tao came in with a bunch of thorny wild roses, with tiny thorns between the petals. "Miss, the 'Itchy Flower' is here! This time it's mixed with wild rose thorns, I guarantee it'll itch so hard you want to peel off your skin!"

Shen Weiwan took the rose, her fingertips tracing the lining of her pink gauze dress, hiding the thorns within the stitches. The invitation for the Spring Banquet lay in her dressing table; it was time to prepare Shen Ruoruo's "surprise." A smile curved her lips. As the needle pierced the gauze, a sparrow outside the window, clutching a strand of Liu's fallen hair, fluttered towards Shen Ruoruo's Roulan Courtyard.

The sand sculpture storm in the general's mansion has just rolled up the first mud flower.