The lively atmosphere came to an abrupt end.
Only Zheng Chengye was very happy.
"Sister Xiaoran."
Yun Xiaoran wore a pinkish-purple dress, her hair styled in a married woman's bun, revealing her fair neck and the fullness of her chest that had been deliberately compressed.
She bowed gracefully, exuding charm and elegance.
"Brother Yunhan".
Mo Yunhan's face instantly turned cold.
"Today's banquet is to celebrate the Princess's move into the main hall. As a concubine, you came here without being summoned. Do you think the ten strokes of the cane were too lenient?"
Yun Xiaoran shrank back as if startled, making her look even more pitiful.
Jiang Qingwan walked to Mo Yunhan's side and explained with a smile, "I asked her to come."
Mo Yunhan frowned and lowered his head.
Why?
Is this woman trying to push him out again?
If she dares, he will surely... tonight.
Jiang Qingwan didn't notice the change in Mo Yunhan's eyes. Suddenly, she raised her hand and took his arm. Her gaze fell on Yun Xiaoran, who was dressed simply yet seemed to possess an innate nobility. Even standing next to Mo Yunhan, she was not inferior at all.
"Although Aunt Yun is only a concubine, she was bestowed by the Empress Dowager. Today, I am officially moving into the main hall to prepare for my wedding with the Prince. She should be present to toast us."
As she spoke, her eyes swept behind Yun Xiaoran.
This time, the servants who came to attend to him were still Granny Li and her personal maid; there were no other unfamiliar faces.
She turned her gaze back to Yun Xiaoran.
Every sorcerer has their own unique type of Gu poison.
Like the sea of consciousness, it is the foundation of spiritual practice.
However, the aura of this living Gu can be completely concealed as one's cultivation level increases.
However, Yun Xiaoran now possesses an aura that doesn't belong to her.
It was very sinister, like a thin layer of black mist lingering around her waist and abdomen.
This was also what puzzled Jiang Qingwan the most.
Why the waist and abdomen?
Yun Xiaoran felt uneasy under his gaze, so she deliberately placed her hand on her lower abdomen and bowed gracefully again.
"Brother Yunhan, Xiaoran really knows she was wrong. She will be careful with her words and actions in the future, do her duty, and serve you well... and also Sister Princess."
She watched the two of them being intimate with resentment.
The hatred in her eyes was fleeting, and she maintained her outward obedience to the extreme.
Zheng Chengye was heartbroken.
"Cousin, please don't make things difficult for Sister Xiaoran anymore."
Song Yushu was so angry he couldn't contain himself.
"With your cousin and his wife here, you have no right to speak. Get over here now."
Zheng Chengye was detained for several days and even missed the first stage of the college entrance examination.
He blamed it all on Jiang Qingwan and stomped his foot angrily.
With Mo Yunhan present, he dared not act recklessly and could only obediently return to Song Yushu's side.
The atmosphere was tense and awkward, but Jiang Qingwan didn't seem to care.
He invited everyone to sit down and even personally poured Yun Xiaoran a glass of wine and handed it to her.
"Let's say our congratulatory words."
Yun Xiaoran was still racking her brains, planning how to trick Mo Yunhan into going to her Fengya Pavilion tonight, when she heard this and was stunned.
Jiang Qingwan raised an eyebrow.
"Could it be that Consort Yun doesn't wish me and the Prince well?"
Yun Xiaoran wanted nothing more than to throw the wine in Jiang Qingwan's face, but she had no choice but to endure it.
She accepted it respectfully, deliberately curtsied to Mo Yunhan, and at that height and distance, her ample bosom was on full display.
"Xiaoran wishes Brother Yunhan a happy and smooth life."
He was about to drink when Mo Yunhan suddenly said, "You misspoke."
Yun Xiaoran was stunned.
Jiang Qingwan, however, was looking at the glass of wine.
Before she knew it, Mo Yunhan had picked her up and pressed her onto his lap.
What are you doing?
She frowned slightly and struggled, but Mo Yunhan suddenly kissed her on the cheek.
It was unusually loud.
"Aunt Yun should wish me and my queen a harmonious and loving marriage."
Yun Xiaoran almost gritted her teeth to pieces.
His facial features were contorted with anger.
Jiang Qingwan remained silent.
If we're talking about killing someone by breaking their spirit, who can do it better than this man?
She stopped struggling and obediently leaned into his arms.
She is both delicate and charming.
"Aunt Yun, you'd better speak quickly. If you don't, who knows what outrageous things he might do? With so many people around, I can't bear the shame."
Yun Xiaoran's chest heaved violently.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to lift her little face, but because she was so tense, it looked even worse than crying.
"Brother Yunhan's wish is Xiaoran's wish."
After saying that, as if she could no longer hold on, she tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp, tears streaming down her face.
Who wouldn't feel a pang of heartache upon seeing this?
Zheng Chengye could hardly contain himself anymore; he felt so sorry for her that he wanted to go over and help her up.
Yun Xiaoran stared intently at Mo Yunhan.
Hoping to receive a little pity or tenderness.
But at this moment, Mo Yunhan is engaged in a battle of wits with Jiang Qingwan.
One wanted to escape, and the other wouldn't allow it; neither had time to appreciate her pitiful state.
Yun Xiaoran's eyes reddened with hatred. She could only stand up and sit on the chair, wiping away her tears. She glanced at Zheng Chengye as if by accident, deliberately putting on a mournful expression as if she wanted to cry but couldn't.
Zheng Chengye felt even more heartbroken.
Just as he was about to say a few words in her defense, Song Yushu grabbed him.
A threatening gaze swept over, carrying a warning.
Zheng Chengye swayed his body angrily, but didn't dare to say anything more.
Yun Xiaoran picked up her chopsticks, ready to serve food to Mo Yunhan, when Jiang Qingwan suddenly asked, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Thud.
The sweet and sour pork ribs that were being held between chopsticks fell onto the table.
Yun Xiaoran looked at her in disbelief.
It was already the last straw.
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