This matter must absolutely not be made public. If it gets out, the people in our Prime Minister's residence will be thrown into chaos!

At that point, even the last shred of dignity will likely be gone!

The third wife stared wide-eyed, her face full of disbelief. Her lips trembled as she said, "We've already come to this point, what's the point of having any so-called dignity?"

What use is this dignity, anyway! Can it protect me, or our two children?

Her voice became shrill with excitement, as if she were venting all the dissatisfaction and fear in her heart.

"Madam..."

The Third Master sighed heavily, his face as pale as paper, looking utterly exhausted.

"Don't be so pessimistic and desperate. This matter has not yet reached its final dead end. I will do my best with Father to save the lives of hundreds of people in our Prime Minister's mansion."

However, the conversation abruptly ended there, and the surroundings fell into silence, with only the Third Master's heavy sigh and the Third Madam's low sobs echoing in the air.

For a moment, a suffocating atmosphere of oppression filled the room, like the calm before a storm, seemingly peaceful but actually turbulent beneath. The sighs and sobs were like death knells, striking the heartstrings of those present, leaving them feeling incredibly distressed and helpless.

Rong Ning and A Ying did not linger there. Like ghosts, they vanished into the night in a flash and then sped towards Yuanshan Courtyard.

Now, for Rong Ning and A Ying, this vast Prime Minister's residence is almost entirely theirs to enter and exit, except for the Prime Minister's study, which is heavily guarded and like an impregnable fortress. They can move freely as if they were in an empty place.

Nightfall is when the two of them are at their busiest.

Under the cover of night, they often moved among the various corners, silently lurking in places that aroused their curiosity, quietly waiting.

However, despite all the hard work, all that was heard were mostly trivial and insignificant matters.

These messages didn't seem to be of much help to their plans, but they persisted, not letting go of any potentially useful clues.

But so far, it's all been in vain.

In the Prime Minister's residence, the men seemed to tacitly follow an unwritten rule.

Once they stepped into the tranquil backyard, the complex and turbulent affairs of state in the imperial court were quietly set aside and never mentioned again.

The women in the household were well aware of this and never actively inquired about these national affairs. Over time, this fostered a unique and tacit understanding.

Perhaps it is because of this long-standing tacit understanding that the women in the backyard live as if in a paradise, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, maintaining their innate innocence and romance.

However, some people feel that although such days seem wonderful, they are ultimately somewhat boring and dull.

Just like a calm, mirror-like lake, though crystal clear, it lacks the grandeur and breathtaking beauty of a lake.

This environment naturally makes them prone to panic when facing external pressures.

Especially after Rong Ning moved into the Prime Minister's residence, everyone in the mansion became extremely cautious, fearing the slightest mistake or oversight.

Everyone carefully maintained this superficial harmony and tranquility, not daring to cross the line even slightly. Over time, repeating the same life day after day inevitably led to some boredom and fear.

Rong Ning walked gracefully towards the soft couch, then leaned back gently on it, looking languid and charming.

She parted her lips slightly and said slowly, "Judging from the time, my sister's letter should be delivered soon."

We've been in the Prime Minister's residence for quite some time now, but we haven't gained anything of value; we've wasted so much time.

"In my opinion, we should return to the Princess's residence tomorrow. After we leave, have our spies in the Prime Minister's residence keep a close eye on things; perhaps they'll lower their guard and we can make some discoveries."

After speaking, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Upon hearing this, Aying, who was standing to the side, quickly replied, "Yes, Your Highness, wherever you go, this servant will follow closely."

Since coming to serve Rong Ning, A Ying has never left her side. Over time, this inseparable bond has become a natural habit.

It was as if wherever Rong Ning was, that was A Ying's home.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window into the room, and Rong Ning got up early.

After carefully dressing up, she put on an elegant dress and went to pay her respects to the Prime Minister's wife.

When she arrived, she found that a large crowd had already gathered there, creating quite a lively scene. It turned out that almost all the ladies and young women from the backyard had gathered there.

Among the crowd, Miss Xie Si stood out.

She clearly hadn't slept well last night; even with thick makeup on her face, she still couldn't hide her haggard appearance.

Those once bright and lively eyes were now somewhat dull and lifeless, with faint bluish-black shadows hanging beneath their eyelids. And when her gaze turned to Rong Ning, a hint of fear was revealed in them, as if she had seen something that frightened her.

At the same time, there was also a barely perceptible hint of resentment mixed in, which would be difficult to detect without careful observation.

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