Jiang Ranli retracted his gaze, glanced at Dong E who pretended to look away, then smiled at everyone, walked straight to the stone table, and sat down on the stone bench.

When Tong and Zhao Jia saw this, they looked anxious. Most of the people who came today were the legitimate wives of princes and ministers. Even though Jiang Ranli was a concubine, her status and position were not something they could compare with.

Now, even Jiang Ranli didn't get a seat and could only sit on a stone bench. With their status, they couldn't sit even on a stone bench.

Sensing the mocking looks cast upon him by the crowd, Jiang Ranli curled his lips.

They all claim to be from famous and wealthy families, but in the end they have such low quality. They just laugh at their own ugliness. Just laugh it off. Why are they holding it back? They talk about famous and wealthy families, legitimate wives, and in the final analysis, they are just some idle women who are looking for trouble.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ranli looked up at Tong and Zhao Jia, who were both worried.

"Sister Tong, Sister Zhaojia, please sit with me."

As soon as Jiang Ranli finished speaking, someone in the audience said, "Concubine Anjia is really kind-hearted. She is willing to sit at the same table with two concubines who are not worthy of being on the stage."

Following the voice, Jiang Ranli recognized the identity of the person who was speaking. She seemed to be the wife of one of the Eight Banners commanders.

This should be another ally of Dong E. It seems that her main purpose today is to humiliate herself, Tong and Zhao Jia.

After thinking about it, Jiang Ranli smiled generously, "Everyone below the wife is a concubine. There is no difference between me and Sister Tong and Sister Zhaojia. What's wrong with sitting together?"

When Jiang Ranli said this, the whole place was in an uproar. Everyone looked at Jiang Ranli as if he were a fool, thinking that the Ninth Prince's concubine was not only ugly but also not smart enough.

Dong E looked at Jiang Ranli with a hint of pride in her eyes. Her original intention today was to make Jiang Ranli and the others recognize their identities. Now, before the banquet officially started, it had already been quite effective.

"Fujin, Concubine is so stupid. Those words are just a slap in her own face. Look at the expressions of those concubines and wives when they look at them, as if they are fools," Qingmei whispered in Dong E's ear.

Tong and Zhaojia lowered their heads. The contemptuous words of the wives and ladies made them unable to raise their heads.

Jiang Ranli looked at them and felt very sympathetic. She didn't care about other people's eyes or what others said, but it was different for Tong and Zhao Jia. They must be very sad at this moment.

"Concubine Anjia, I heard that your father is Lord Anjia, the general of Shandong. Lord Anjia is at least a second-rank official in the court. Now you are the concubine of the Ninth Master. How can you lower your status and mix with them? Isn't this a joke?" another person spoke.

Jiang Ranli blinked, a hint of coldness flashed across her eyes. It turned out that those people knew her identity.

She doesn't care about other people's eyes or what others say about her, but she doesn't like being calculated against or being played like a monkey. Since those people are determined to humiliate her, she will never accept it.

"Just as this lady said, my father is a general of the second rank, and now he is the concubine of the Ninth Master. According to etiquette, with your status, you should greet me, but you didn't do that just now. Moreover, I, whose status is much higher than yours, have no place to sit. Are you at ease sitting in your seat?"