The Prime Minister's Residence in Dongchen Kingdom.
At dawn, a ray of rosy light shone obliquely on a woman.
The woman sat on a rockery, one hand supporting her face. Her light green floral print dress fluttered in the wind, making her look very light and graceful.
"Fourth Sister! You're slacking off again! Granny's going to get angry again!"
Hearing the voice, the girl looked up, moved her numb arm, and turned to look at the woman who had spoken.
The woman speaking was her second elder sister, named Sang Yan.
Sang Yan could tell from Sang Jiang's expression that her fourth sister was doing something silly again.
Ever since Sang Jiang woke up two months ago after Prince Tianyi jumped into the river, she has been talking nonsense.
Sang Yan looked at her once chubby face, now showing a pointed chin, and couldn't help but sigh.
Sang Jiang jumped down from the artificial hill, stretched, and looked bitter in her slightly upturned phoenix eyes.
She was originally a beauty blogger in the 21st century, but after she finished broadcasting, she scolded a brainless author and inexplicably transmigrated into that book and became a tragic female supporting character.
It's bad enough to watch Sister Bailian's pretentious acting every day, but we also have to learn about the Three Obediences and Four Virtues and needlework with them.
As a modern young lady, how could Sang Jiang possibly listen to reason? After the teaching nanny got so angry that she stormed off, she ran out and stood there in a daze.
Seeing that she didn't react, Sang Yan walked over to her and tugged at her sleeve: "Fourth Sister, you should go and apologize to Granny, otherwise Third Sister will complain to Mother again."
Sang Yan was very petite. She was born to a concubine, so she was terrified of Sang Rui.
After Sang Jiang's mother passed away, her father promoted Consort Liu to the position of principal wife because their eldest sister married the current emperor and became Consort Sang.
Not only that, but even the only male heir in the Prime Minister's residence was born to Liu Furong.
Now, her marriage to Sang Jiang is entirely in Liu Furong's hands, and even her mother's life or death depends on Liu Furong's mood.
Sang Jiang raised her phoenix eyes slightly and said, "I'm not going. I'll just kneel in the ancestral hall all night again."
Do you want her to apologize to that old hag?
It's simply impossible for it to be good!
That old hag not only helps Bai Lianhua scold her every day, but she also complains about her.
When has Sang Jiang ever suffered such injustice?
Seeing her like this, Sang Yan's delicate face immediately scrunched up like a bun.
She covered her mouth and nose with a small handkerchief and began to cry, her face streaked with tears.
She was already petite, and her crying left Sang Jiang, a straightforward woman, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Sang Jiang reached out to pat her back to comfort her, but before her hand even reached her, she saw Sang Yan shrink back, looking like a bullied pushover who had been beaten.
Sang Jiang tugged at her hair, her phoenix eyes filled with annoyance: "Damn it! Stop crying! So what if I have to apologize to that old witch? I'll go!"
Sang Yan's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly as she listened to her calling her "old mother" repeatedly.
She wiped away her tears and said softly, "Fourth Sister, you shouldn't talk like that."
Sang Yan's voice was extremely soft. Sang Jiang felt that being with her was a great exercise for her hearing. Unless she listened very carefully, she could hardly hear Sang Yan's voice.
Sang Jiang was too lazy to argue with her and simply turned around and walked towards her own school.
As Sang Jiang walked to the door, she heard her white lotus sister's voice.
"Granny, please don't be angry. Fourth Sister is just being immature. I apologize to you on her behalf."
After Sang Rui finished speaking, she gave a wink to the maid behind her, who immediately understood and went to the old woman's side to slip a jade bracelet into her hand.
Having accepted the bribe, the old woman changed her previous tense demeanor and looked at Sang Rui with a beaming smile: "Oh, Third Miss, you are too kind. If Fourth Miss were half as sensible as you, this old servant would have less to worry about."
As he spoke, he discreetly slipped the bracelet into his sleeve.
Sang Jiang, who had walked outside the door, couldn't help but roll her eyes as she listened. "Here we go again with the performance."
She really felt that Sang Rui was wasting her talent if she didn't become an actress.
Thinking this, Sang Jiang kicked the half-open door.
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