Shen Jintang was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing between her brows.

Shen Huaixu's visit this time is mostly about the plight of the displaced people.

However, she hasn't made any move yet. Could it be that he has found a new opportunity?

"Your Highness, I have some urgent matters to attend to. Please study with Young Master Ye for a while."

Shen Jintang bowed slightly, speaking in a gentle and respectful tone, and explained to Gu Zhixing.

Then, she turned and left with Xinghui without the slightest reluctance.

As Gu Zhixing watched Shen Jintang's retreating figure, his grip on Ye Qingzhou gradually loosened.

A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes, a look that seemed to be a mixture of disappointment and helplessness, but he quickly concealed it and returned to his usual composure.

The sun shines brightly in the courtyard, warm and inviting, while a gentle breeze carries a touch of freshness and softness.

Shen Jintang sat in the carriage, the wheels rolling smoothly all the way.

She slightly lifted the carriage curtain and looked out through the gap. The scenery along the way slowly unfolded before her eyes. Pedestrians came and went, and carriages and horses were noisy, but they did not disturb the peace in her heart at all.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

The moment Shen Jintang stepped into the mansion, the scene before her made her pause slightly.

The butler was directing several servants to restrain a woman and forcibly drag her away.

The woman's clothes were slightly disheveled and her hair was loose, yet she continued to struggle, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Do you think you're still the same Third Miss you used to be?" The butler asked coldly, his tone full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Now you're nothing but a fallen dog, how dare you stand here nitpicking and beating the servants? Don't you even look in the mirror and see what kind of person you are now!"

The butler's words echoed in the hall, carrying a hint of mockery and warning, drawing the attention of the surrounding servants.

Shen Wanwan was restrained, but she still struggled. Her eyes widened, her face full of resentment and anger: "You servants, how dare you treat me like this? No matter what, I am still the third young lady of the Shen family! You just wait, when I regain power, I will definitely make you pay!"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, with a hint of hysteria, yet it sounded all the more powerless in the vast hall.

Shen Jintang stood not far away, calmly observing everything before her.

She frowned slightly, a hint of coldness and annoyance in her eyes, as if this farce was nothing more than a speck of dust in her eyes, not worth mentioning.

She walked slowly into the hall, her steps light and composed, her expression indifferent, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.

As Shen Wanwan struggled, she caught a glimpse of Shen Jintang's figure, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, causing her to struggle even more fiercely.

She lunged at Shen Jintang, but was held down by the servants.

She glared at Shen Jintang and shouted shrilly, "It's you! It's all your fault! You bitch! You're the one who ruined me! Do you think I'll let you get away with this? I'll make you pay!"

Shen Jintang's gaze shifted slightly and landed on Shen Wanwan.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of coldness in her eyes, but she didn't raise her voice. She simply said calmly, "Make me pay the price? Your current predicament isn't my fault. Shen Huaixu is the one who brought you to this state. If you're really capable, you can go and settle accounts with him. Taking your anger out on the servants here is just indulging in momentary pleasure."

Shen Wanwan's face instantly turned bright red. She glared at Shen Jintang, her eyes filled with anger and humiliation, but she couldn't find any words to refute him.

She struggled even more fiercely, but the butler held her down, and she could only let out a few meaningless roars.

Shen Jintang seemed oblivious to her anger, turning his head slightly and looking at her calmly: "If you feel resentful, then go and hate Shen Huaixu. After all, he's the one who truly turned you into this. If I were to make a move, you wouldn't even have the chance to stand here now. You should be glad that I have no interest in even touching you."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, her skirt brushing lightly against the ground, making a soft sound.

She walked straight inside, her steps light and composed, as if she had never been disturbed by this farce.

Shen Wanwan was dragged away by the butler. She was so angry that she was trembling all over, but she could only struggle on the spot. In the end, she was dragged out of the hall, leaving behind only a mess and noise.

The atmosphere inside the hall was quiet and solemn.

Shen Huaixu had already prepared tea. The aroma of the tea rose slowly and filled the air, carrying a delicate fragrance.

"You're here?"

Hearing the noise, he looked up at Shen Jintang, smiled slightly, and instructed the servants to serve Shen Jintang tea.

Shen Jintang sat to one side, composed and calmly surveying the furnishings in the hall.

She wasn't in a hurry. She simply picked up the teacup, took a sip, and felt the tea swirl on her tongue, carrying a faint bitterness.

"You didn't call me over here to invite me for tea, did you?"

Shen Jintang's voice was clear and calm, with an undeniable sharpness.

Shen Huaixu smiled, put down his teacup, and said in a calm but serious tone, "I need your help."

Shen Jintang didn't speak, but just looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue.

Shen Huaixu paused slightly, as if he was carefully considering his words.

He thought for a moment, and finally said, "I can see that you also want to get involved in the refugee situation around Kyoto, but you don't know where to start, right?"

Shen Jintang's eyes flickered slightly, but she did not answer in the same way he intended.

She gently set down her teacup, her voice still calm as still water: "The Crown Prince has kept this matter tightly under wraps. Even the disaster relief officials are doing their best to suppress the news, afraid of stirring up trouble. What they fear is nothing more than turmoil in the court, which would affect their own power. Half the court is keeping it a secret, so what can you do?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling edge, as if frost covered one's heart.

Shen Huaixu sighed, his brows furrowing slightly, his voice low and slow: "The Crown Prince's actions are nothing but self-deception. If the refugee issue is not properly resolved, it will inevitably lead to disaster sooner or later. After much thought, I believe the best solution is for someone with influence to appeal for justice and give the Princess a reason to investigate."

Shen Jintang raised an eyebrow slightly, as if she had figured something out.

She then sneered, her tone laced with sarcasm: "Beat the drum? You want Grand Tutor Shen to beat the drum to lodge a complaint, to escalate this matter to an unmanageable point?"

Officials deceived their superiors and subordinates, and the eldest princess dared not act because of the crown prince, but the common people dared to act!

Shen Huaixu wanted to expose this matter to the people, so that all those who were unaware of the truth would know about it, thereby putting pressure on the Princess and forcing her to do it!

I must say, this is indeed a good method.

She rose slightly, her gaze as sharp as a knife as she stared directly at Shen Huaixu: "But are you so certain that I will do it, that I will cooperate with you to make Grand Tutor Shen beat the drum to appeal for justice, and that after it's done, I will make him go down in history?"