After returning to the old house, Fang Qingyue thought carefully about what happened today and couldn't help but clench her palms.

The nails were almost embedded in the flesh, causing a dull pain, but Fang Qingyue seemed not to feel it.

She could almost conclude that the Imperial Concubine mentioned the matter of the Seventh Prince to her again and again in order to make enemies with her.

Even if outsiders value her, she is ultimately the daughter of a traitor.

Now that Changsun Dan is so highly regarded by the emperor, it is naturally impossible for him to have any contact with her.

Thinking of Chu Qingqing's hostility towards her, Fang Qingyue narrowed her eyes slightly.

After a while, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, various banquets of all sizes would be held inside and outside the palace, inviting different people to participate.

Fang Qingyue naturally received the invitation. After taking a closer look, she found that it was sent from the palace again.

The last time she went to the palace, she only tried to find out whether the imperial concubine knew the inside story, so she happily went there, wanting to find out more.

At this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Fang Qingyue wore the clothes that Shen Yuhan had sent her. The inner layer of the clothes was a white wide-sleeved robe embroidered with bamboo patterns, and the lower layer was a torn skirt woven with gold thread, and the outer layer was covered with a smoky blue double-breasted long gown.

Coupled with the simple jade hairpin, she looks particularly beautiful.

When the carriage stopped outside the palace, Fang Qingyue stepped down and happened to meet Shen Yuhan's gaze.

But after a moment, he withdrew his gaze, raised his hand slightly, and signaled Fang Qingyue to follow him into the palace.

Because Shen Yuhan's reputation in the capital was not good, she was safe along the way. However, when she arrived at the palace, Shen Yuhan could no longer protect her.

The women and men were not seated in the same place for the banquet. Married women could still follow their husbands to the front hall, but Fang Qingyue and her companions could only stay in the back hall.

When the imperial concubine saw Fang Qingyue, she immediately came over and grabbed her hand with extreme eagerness.

She still had a hint of a smile on her face, and her voice was exceptionally gentle: "Qingyue, you're finally here. I originally wanted to let Dan'er stay and talk to you, but his father insisted that he go, so I really couldn't do anything about it."

Chu Qingqing was just about to come over to find the imperial concubine, but when she heard what was said, her eyes were suddenly filled with anger as she looked at Fang Qingyue.

This bitch actually dared to enter the palace?

So after the imperial concubine left, Chu Qingqing almost immediately attacked Fang Qingyue, with fire in her eyes almost bursting out.

"Fang Qingyue, you've already lost your innocence. You're so unclean, yet you still have the nerve to come to the palace? What do you think this place is?"

Fang Qingyue raised her eyes and looked at Chu Qingqing, her eyes full of mockery.

The imperial concubine couldn't even realize that she was trying to sow discord. She's such a fool.

"What do you mean?" Seeing her disdainful look, Chu Qingqing slammed the table and stood up, ready to fight her. "Fang Qingyue, even if Fang Xifu were still alive, your Fang family's power is not as great as a little finger of the general's mansion. How dare you look at me like this?"

"Miss Chu." Fang Qingyue felt a little sorry for her when she saw her like this, so she said, "I can enter the palace because of the Imperial Concubine's wish. Even if Miss Chu doesn't like me anymore, as long as the Imperial Concubine is willing to accept me, I can enter the palace."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly and whispered softly, "Miss Chu, whatever happens to the Seventh Prince has nothing to do with me, a woman destined to have no connection with the nobles in the capital. If you really like the Seventh Prince, spend more time with him. Perhaps the Imperial Concubine loves her son so much that she would be willing to let him marry you as his consort."

She had meant to remind him kindly, but Chu Qingqing seemed to not understand her at all and pushed her hand away: "You bitch, you dare to touch me? Do you believe I will beat you to a pulp?"

The sound was so loud that many people turned their eyes in this direction.

Fang Qingyue didn't want to argue with her any further, so she said lazily, "Then you can think so."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked towards the crowd.

Chu Qingqing clenched her fists, but there was nothing she could do but grit her teeth and swallow her anger.

At a royal banquet, she couldn't afford to make things too awkward. If the emperor got angry, she really couldn't bear it.

Many people in the crowd were looking at Fang Qingyue and Chu Qingqing. Fang Qingyue didn't think it was a big deal, but Chu Qingqing couldn't accept it.

She put her hands on her hips and said arrogantly, "What are you looking at? Be careful or I'll dig out your eyes!"

The General's Mansion was very powerful, so the others looked away and shook their heads.

When the imperial concubine heard the news from the palace maid, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips slightly.

At the dinner party, she specifically called Fang Qingyue.

Fang Qingyue stood with the imperial concubine for a while, completely unaware that the drinks on the table had been replaced.

The imperial concubine stood up, raised the wine cup in her hand, and said with a smile: "We are gathered here today. I wish you all will be remembered by the nobles in the future and rise to a high position in the world. May all your thoughts and wishes come true."

Fang Qingyue followed the imperial concubine and drank the wine in the cup.

She sat at the bottom, listening to the voices of the people around her, lowering her head and savoring the dishes on the table.

Not long after eating, Fang Qingyue felt a swelling between her eyebrows, and everything she saw in front of her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dim light, and her eyes felt a little dizzy.

She rubbed her eyebrows and shook her head, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

The imperial concubine was always observing the movements here. Seeing her like this, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, but her expression was full of concern: "Qingyue, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fang Qingyue forced a smile, her voice a little unsteady: "Nothing, maybe I drank some wine and got a little drunk."

"Look at you, your little face is almost pale, and you still say you are not feeling unwell. Otherwise, go and rest first." As she said that, she called the palace maid and asked her to take Fang Qingyue to the side hall to rest.

Fang Qingyue couldn't refuse, and she was indeed feeling a little dizzy, so she simply followed the palace servant all the way to the side hall.

Shen Yuhan narrowed his eyes when he saw Fang Qingyue walking towards the side hall.

The subordinates who were originally following Shen Yuhan understood and followed Fang Qingyue out.

Fang Qingyue was taken by palace servants to a room in a side hall, where incense was burning.

The warm and sweet fragrance made Fang Qingyue feel a little hot all over. She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes slightly.

Suddenly there was an unusual noise at the door.

Fang Qingyue suddenly opened her eyes and saw a burly man coming towards her with a lewd smile on his face.

She rolled over quickly and hid to the other side of the bed, trying to climb down along the edge.

But the bed was so small, and the man stretched out his arms and pushed Fang Qingyue down on the bed.

With a lewd smile still on his lips, he reached out and tore off Fang Qingyue's clothes: "Little beauty, why are you running away? Why don't you hurry up and let me pamper you?"

Fang Qingyue covered her chest and said timidly, "Get out of here now, or I'll call for help. Violating a woman in the palace is a capital crime!"

"With the imperial concubine as my guarantor, what do I have to fear?" The man suddenly ripped off Fang Qingyue's skirt, revealing her underwear. "My little beauty, I advise you to behave yourself. If someone finds you and I hanging out here, even if nothing happened between us, do you think they will believe it?"

As he spoke, he pressed Fang Qingyue under him.