Old Mrs. Wei’s birthday is just a few days away, and this time it’s a big celebration.

Yi Ning was planning to make an embroidered screen. Although it wasn't expensive, it was a token of her love. She asked the steward of the embroidery office to come over and told him that she wanted to prepare a birthday gift for Old Madam Wei and asked them to prepare a screen. Unexpectedly, the next day, the steward sent four or five screens and asked her to pick the best one. She was so respectful that she didn't dare to neglect him. She said, "...Miss, please tell me what you want. The Duke has ordered it. You can do without anything else, but I cannot do without your things!"

Yi Ning was at a loss for words and asked him to leave. She just wanted a screen.

On the day of the old lady's birthday, the mansion was bustling with activity early. Yi Ning went to see Old Lady Wei early in the morning, where she was still combing her hair. Zhao Mingzhu, already dressed neatly, sat beside her. She wore a light red satin jacket with gold-embroidered sleeves, her hair in a bun, a golden hairpin embroidered with a phoenix pearl, and gold earrings that accentuated her fair, radiant complexion. Zhao Mingzhu was already beautiful, and this attire made her look even more radiant and dazzling.

Old Madam Wei pulled Yi Ning over to see her. Yi Ning's style was always rather simple. Today, she wore only a light pink Hangzhou silk jacket, beautifully embroidered with the Baiji pattern on the cuffs, and a deep blue Xiangqun. On her head was a hollow gold hairpin inlaid with emerald jade. Her features had already slightly opened up, and her almond-shaped eyes were watery and clear, like springtime reflected in a pond. Her complexion, as rosy as snow, gave her a sense of pure and compelling spirit.

Old Mrs. Wei was secretly surprised. She didn't know what the child would look like if she really dressed up gorgeously.

Not to mention Mrs. Wei, Yining sometimes thinks this face in the mirror is so beautiful, and can't help but wonder what kind of beauty Yining's biological mother Gu Minglan is.

As she got older, she became more and more afraid. She was afraid that such beauty would bring trouble, so she never dared to dress too ostentatiously. Otherwise, who would like her unchanging plainness?

She wished Mrs. Wei good fortune and a long life. Mrs. Wei smiled and gave her a red envelope. She said, "I'll take you out to meet the guests later. Don't be nervous."

Yining lowered her eyes, and she was naturally not nervous anymore.

"Sister Yining should wear brighter clothes," Zhao Mingzhu said. She was now more familiar with Yining. Even if she didn't like her, she could finally talk to her. "Otherwise, if others saw us, they'd think we weren't treating you well."

"As long as Sister Mingzhu dresses nicely, that's fine." Yining said with a smile, "I'm young, so I don't need that."

Isn’t Zhao Mingzhu a bright-looking girl? Her appreciation level should be similar to that of her stepmother.

When the time came, Yi Ning helped Old Lady Wei out. The banquet hall was set up in the main hall. Many people were already waiting. Yi Ning helped Old Lady Wei sit down, walked to the front of the group, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "To celebrate Grandmother's birthday, I also want to show my ugliness once."

She asked someone to bring a wolf-hair brush, leaned over, and lowered the tip of the brush slightly. A graceful and graceful seal script of the word "Shou" appeared on the paper.

When she finished writing, she curled her fingers together in a gesture of greeting and took a step back, a carefree smile on her face.

Some of the guests were seeing her for the first time, and they were curious. Wasn't this young lady newly found and raised in the Duke of England's mansion? How could she be so much more elegant than someone who grew up in the Duke of England's mansion? Her handwriting was also incredibly beautiful, evidently a disciple of a renowned master. And then there was Zhao Mingzhu next to her; even though she was dressed in fancy clothes, she didn't possess such a naturally relaxed air.

Bloodline is indeed very important. If you are not a prince, you will not look like the emperor even if you wear the dragon robe.

Yi Ning felt that a little exposure was enough, and Wei Ling just wanted her to show her face, so she stepped aside. It was time for Old Lady Wei to speak.

After Mrs. Wei finished talking to the guests, it was time to go to the banquet.

The banquet was held next to Fangshan, where the plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Yining had become a little more familiar with the two young ladies of the He family over the past few days, and they had a few words. Zhao Mingzhu was whispering with Shen Jiarou when she suddenly looked outside and seemed to see something. She stood up and said, "You guys eat first. I have something to do and I have to leave first."

She had just taken a step when she heard someone behind her murmur a low sneer: "You really think you're a proper lady... You're just an adopted girl, nothing more. Even the proper young ladies of the Duke of England wouldn't be so pretentious as her."

Zhao Mingzhu's face flushed when she heard this, and she bit her lip. She looked back and saw a room full of women, but she had no idea where the voice came from.

She had always been very concerned about her reputation, thinking she was of noble status. How could she tolerate others saying this about her? In the past, if anyone dared to say she was adopted, they would definitely fight to the death.

But if we look back now to find out who said it, we will just be making a fool of ourselves.

Zhao Mingzhu endured it and walked out of the flower hall with a face as cold as ice.

Seeing her leave, Yi Ning felt a little curious. She had drunk a couple of glasses of plum wine and was feeling a bit tipsy. She decided to go get some fresh air and see what Zhao Mingzhu was up to. She stood up, letting Songzhi help her walk outside.

Outside, the sky cleared after the snow, and here in Fangshan, the view was open, with patches of red plum blossoms in full bloom. Zhao Mingzhu was no longer visible in Yining. She sat down under the veranda, a gust of wind sobering her up a little. She quietly sobered up by gazing at the blossoms, thinking she'd wait a little longer before heading inside. The wind was indeed cold.

A voice suddenly came from behind her: "Why is Sister Yining sitting here?"

Yi Ning turned around and saw a handsome young man wearing a dark-colored Chengzi robe. He was walking towards her with a smile on his face. "My sister and the others are still inside."

She recognized that this was the Shen Yu she saw last time, the son of the Zhongqin Earl family.

Yining stood up and nodded, "Brother Shen Yu." She was not familiar with this person and did not want to talk much.

Shen Yu stared at her face intently, even at her snow-white and smooth neck that was exposed from her clothes. Perhaps because she had drunk some wine, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Since the last time he saw her, Shen Yu felt like being scratched by a cat. He kept thinking of the sound of her voice, and his heart became more and more itchy. But he followed his sister here twice and didn't see her. Just now, he noticed that Yining came out, so he followed her out and wanted to say a few words to her.

Who knew that Yi Ning avoided him and wanted to go back. Shen Yu stood in front of her in a hurry and whispered: "Sister Yi Ning, you... have you been drinking? Your face is a little red."

After hearing this, Yining looked at him and took a step back cautiously.

This is a bit frivolous.