End

Zhao Fanghua opened her eyes. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and the occasional chirp of birds could be heard from outside the window. She turned over. The quilt was comfortable, neither too hot nor too cold. Everything was just right.

Shuyu lifted a corner of the beaded curtain and asked softly, "Is Your Highness about to get up?"

Zhao Fanghua nodded, the bead curtain was lifted up with a "rustling" sound, and she was supported by the little maid and came to the dressing table.

She looked at her beautiful self in the mirror, realizing that she had already been in the book for nearly a month. Her mind went from the initial excitement of drawing the noble lady hand card to the later trepidation of knowing she would have to face her parents' complaints, and now...

Everything must come to an end.

After today, she will be able to shake off the predetermined ending in the original novel and live her own life.

"Shuyu." Zhao Fanghua raised her head slightly. "Today I will change into the most luxurious and glittering clothes. Remember, I don't want the low-key, luxurious and connotative ones. I want the ones that outsiders can tell are high-end and classy at first glance."

Shuyu was a little confused, but still nodded and gave the order.

"Pearl rings." Zhao Fanghua continued to instruct, "Today's hairpins should all be made of pure gold. It's best if they come in a complete set. They should be large, and preferably have a large gold plate on the head."

Peihuan thought about it and thought that with a head full of gold ornaments and shiny gold clothes, it would be so... tacky.

Although she knew that the eldest princess was the most respected, as a personal maid with her own high aesthetic standards, she hesitated for a moment and then tactfully suggested, "But if you dress like this, your headdress will definitely be very heavy."

Zhao Fanghua was not afraid. Her eyes were firm: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight!"

Soon, Shuyu came back with a dress. It was made of light gauze with a magical color. It shimmered like colorful pond water under the morning light. It was embroidered with peacock and peony patterns with gold thread and decorated with gold foil and pearls, which was extraordinarily luxurious.

Zhao Fanghua quickly finished her makeup. She gently turned her hands in front of the bronze mirror. The morning light filtered through the window lattice, illuminating her large-sleeved, iridescent gown. She raised her hand to stroke the twelve golden hairpins in her hair. The reflection in the mirror was incredibly bright, and she couldn't help but smile, her eyes filled with contentment.

It’s such a heroic feeling, it feels so good!

Today the kitchen sent a plate of brown rice and multi-grain porridge, accompanied by a plate of pickled cucumbers.

If it were any other day, Zhao Fanghua would have just shaken her head and walked away without even looking at it, but today, she was in a very good mood and used a little. The brown rice and multi-grain porridge was indeed unpalatable and even a bit sore to the throat. The pickled cucumbers were good and went very well with the porridge, but today's porridge was not worthy of such delicious cucumbers.

The maids serving beside them widened their eyes in disbelief. Why did Her Highness break her usual habit and actually eat the breakfast sent from the kitchen today? Did she really accept the old lady's arrangement?

Among them, only Shuyu knew the inside story, but without Zhao Fanghua's order, she didn't dare to say much and just kept serving food to Zhao Fanghua.

"Alright." Zhao Fanghua finished her meal. Although the food was ordinary, she was in a very good mood. She even gave a tip to the servants. "Let's go to the old lady's Fu Shou Tang. It's been so long since I've visited her. This is not the attitude of a host."

Zhao Fanghua walked out of the door with her hands behind her back and walked towards Fushou Hall under the guidance of her maid.

When Zhao Fanghua arrived at Fushou Hall, Ruan was having dinner accompanied by Ruan Jiaojiao and Shen Xiujing. The three of them were laughing and talking happily, as if they regarded themselves as the real masters of the Princess's Mansion.

"Hey, what are you so happy about?" Zhao Fanghua asked curiously with her hands behind her back.

The three of them changed their expressions immediately upon seeing Zhao Fanghua. Shen Xiujin was momentarily stunned, but then his expression returned to joy. As for Ruan, disgust was written all over her face.

Zhao Fanghua enjoyed the Sichuan Opera face-changing performance and then came over to take a look at their breakfast.

"Wow, they've already got abalone and shark's fin so early in the morning! Let me see! They have chicken, duck, fish, and everything else. Aren't you afraid of getting sick of eating such meaty dishes so early in the morning?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you only send some simple food to my yard, but you guys are eating pretty well."

"Those who know say that this is my Zhao Fanghua's princess residence, and those who don't know think it is your Shen family's private residence."

Shen Xiujin's face changed after hearing this. He was about to speak, but Ruan clapped her chopsticks and spoke first: "Humph, it seems that you are still too full. You still have the energy to come to my yard and make trouble."

Ruan looked at Zhao Fanghua with disdain: "A woman should obey her husband after marriage. Everything you have will belong to my son after you marry him. It is not your turn to make decisions in the Princess's Mansion."

"Oh~" Zhao Fanghua nodded, seeming to understand, "Then it's your turn, Ruan, to make the decision?"

"You!" Ruan frowned at Zhao Fanghua, "Don't try to sow discord between me and my son. I am his mother, and I gave birth to him. What's his is naturally mine."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Fanghua clapped her hands in approval. "In short, what's mine is not mine. It's Shen Xiujin's, it's your Ruan family's, but it's not mine. How interesting."

Very good, a Phoenix man who eats soft rice and a pious old woman who is against the will of heaven. He eats Zhao Fanghua's things, lives in Zhao Fanghua's things, uses Zhao Fanghua's things, and even wants to be her master.

besides……

Zhao Fanghua walked around the room, memorizing the faces of the maids and servants one by one, as well as these traitors.

Zhao Fanghua sneered, all of this will come to an end today.

"Then take your time eating, maybe this will be your last meal." Zhao Fanghua giggled, then left with her hands behind her back, head held high, and a large group of maids.

After hearing what Zhao Fanghua said, Shen Xiujin frowned, wondering what she meant.

The clattering sound of various porcelains falling to the ground brought Shen Xiujin back to reality.

Shen Xiujin was shocked to see the delicious food on the table turned into a mess on the ground in an instant. He said distressedly, "Mother! Why are you doing this?"

Ruan almost gnashed her teeth and said, "That bitch was cursing me just now! Why didn't you speak up for me?"

Shen Xiujin looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, her heart bleeding: "Mother, these are all high-quality porcelains supplied by the official kiln. Just taking out a small bowl and pawning it is enough for an ordinary family to live for a long time. Why are you doing this?"

"What about high-quality porcelain? There are plenty in the mansion. Do I need one or two broken bowls? Or..." Ruan looked at him gloomily, "You look down on your mother just like that bitch."

Shen Xiujin shut his mouth. He certainly didn't feel sorry for Zhao Fanghua's money, but for his own money. The entire Princess's Mansion belonged to him, and all this was his money. This table of porcelain dishes was worth at least a hundred taels of silver, and a hundred taels of silver was just wasted like that.

Shen Xiujin closed his eyes. Filial piety is more important than anything else. Not to mention that Ruan had only broken a few bowls, even if she beat him to death, he would not say a word of objection.

He suddenly envied Zhao Fanghua's recklessness.

He thought of Zhao Fanghua's outfit today, which made her look like a fairy from a temple fair, but so what, that fairy would soon be his wife.

Shen Xiujin's expression gradually grew gloomy.

Why was Zhao Fanghua born into a wealthy family, while she was born into a poor family?

Why was she able to grow up in luxury, while I was hungry and had to copy books for others to make a living even in the cold winter with frostbite all over my body?

Why should he accept his mother's unreasonable abuse at any time and in any place, while Zhao Fanghua could have her own mansion and live a comfortable life? She should be scolded even more harshly, stripped naked and whipped by her mother in front of the maids. Why was it only her maid who was scolded in the front hall that day, and not her?

Why can she act so high and mighty all day long, and be so rude to me? She should be like Ruan Jiaojiao, kneeling down beneath me and asking for sex, naked and shaking her bottom, doing everything she can to please me.

Thinking of this, Shen Xiujin felt a surge of evil fire bursting out from between his legs. He ignored Ruan's crazy words and walked quickly towards Fanghua Garden.

Zhao Fanghua was not in Fanghua Garden. She sat upright on the armchair at the top of the main hall, staring at the direction of the mansion gate, looking forward to it.

But before the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict arrived, Ruan arrived first.

Zhao Fanghua's good mood, which she had maintained for the entire morning, instantly fell to the bottom. At this time, why was this annoying guy still haunting her?

When Ruan saw Zhao Fanghua sitting in the main seat, she pounded her cane loudly.

Zhao Fanghua was used to it. Ruan was like a firecracker, she could light up on her own without anyone lighting her.

Every time she met Ruan, she always had a sullen face and never gave her a good look. This had not changed from the first time they met until now.

"Get down. How can a woman like you hold that position?" Ruan pointed at Zhao Fanghua and cursed.

Zhao Fanghua relaxed her body and leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the table and supporting her cheek with her bent fingers. "Oh, I am the mistress of the Princess's Mansion, why can't I sit here?"

"Bah!" Ruan spat, "I am the master of this house."

This carpet is dirty, Zhao Fanghua thought.

Zhao Fanghua narrowed her almond-shaped eyes. She was actually a little confused about Ruan's constant antagonism. She asked herself if she had ever done anything wrong to Ruan. When they first met, she had personally gone to the mansion to greet her, prepared a welcoming banquet, and arranged for staff to keep her Fushou Hall immaculately clean. She had also provided the best maids, servants, food, clothing, and other necessities.

Even so, she was still furious with herself, thinking that her nose was not a nose and her eyes were not eyes.

Zhao Fanghua was a little fed up. She no longer had the time to play around with Ruan in all the twists and turns of the mansion.

"Tell me, what do you want or what do you want to do?"

Ruan looked at Zhao Fanghua who was sitting high on the main seat. She was so young and beautiful. What she was wearing and what she wore on her head were things she had never seen before, let alone used. She was all golden, just like a fairy.

But what about the fairy?

Ruan's eyes flashed with viciousness.

She is not some fairy who is high up in the sky now. She is her own daughter-in-law. She should serve by his side, empty his chamber pot and flush his toilet, and live at his service!

How could her hands be so white and tender? They should be covered in chilblains and calluses, just like mine.

How could she wear such fine clothes? She should be wearing coarse linen with layers of patches that would rub against her skin.

How could she eat so well? She should be squatting in the kitchen, eating the leftovers from her mother-in-law's meal and living off the water from the hot pot.

Why should she yell at her husband? She should be beaten half to death and thrown into the pigpen by her husband.

Why should she not suffer the same hardships that I have suffered?

Why shouldn't she suffer the same pain that I have suffered?

Why!