Mo Yunzhao shifted his gaze from Jiang Qingwan and lowered his hand.
"Let's begin then."
Competing in literary skills is quite boring.
Fortunately, the fruits and desserts were quite good.
Mo Yunhan casually peeled nuts for her and placed them on the small plate in front of her.
Their interactions are intimate and doting.
Sitting under the scorching sun, Su Yulan gritted her teeth as she watched.
Su Qinghe, who was sitting next to her, had an umbrella held up for her by a maid and gave her a sarcastic glance.
“Lan’er, this is what happens when people have different fates. Didn’t you look down on her the most before? Now she’s sitting in the royal tent, being pampered by the prince, unlike some people whose husbands are still in prison, and even the Third Prince couldn’t come because of this, so he had to ask me to attend on his behalf.”
As she spoke, she adjusted the peony-patterned gold hairpin that Consort Su had recently bestowed upon her.
"Sigh, this hairpin is really heavy. I'm sure Lan'er can't understand it."
Su Yulan was so angry that her teeth ached.
"Su Qinghe, what are you so smug about? When someone stole your thunder at the banquet that day, did your Third Prince husband ever say a single word of comfort to you?"
Su Qinghe's expression changed slightly.
"That's still better than you. Your husband is in jail, and you've lost face in front of all the civil and military officials. If it were me, I would have stayed at home long ago, too ashamed to go out."
"That's because you don't have such a successful son."
Su Yulan looked at Qin Run, who was writing furiously, and proudly raised her chin.
"My son is truly remarkable. He fought his way into the final competition and will surely win the championship today, bringing him great pride and glory."
Su Qinghe scoffed and ignored her.
Inside the imperial prison,
Wearing a black cloak, Cheng Nan gave the jailer a large bag of silver and successfully met Qin Minglang inside the cell.
He placed the food box and wine on the ground, his face full of regret and heartache, but a dark and ambiguous light flashed in his eyes.
“The environment here is so bad, Minglang, you've suffered.”
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