"Has this Sang Luan always been so reckless?"
A look of confusion flashed across Concubine An's face.
The palace maid beside her came forward and whispered a few words to her, and Concubine An immediately understood.
Meng Youning's eyes seemed to be spitting fire. She glared at Sang Luan with gritted teeth, "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because I'm not feeling well. You actually dared to say that my status as the Crown Prince's Consort isn't good enough. Do you think your status as the Prime Minister's wife is good enough?"
She paused, then turned sideways and smiled sweetly at Noble An. The next moment, she turned her head and said, "Noble An, you are the Prime Minister's wife today, but you can be begging on the street tomorrow. To put it bluntly, no matter how capable your husband is, can he be greater than the emperor? Can he be greater than the noble lady who is the apple of his eye?"
An Guiren originally found it interesting, but gradually, the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong.
One of them is the wife of the Prime Minister, and the other is the Crown Prince's consort. If she is unhappy, she can use some underhanded means to make the other party suffer a little loss.
But that’s all.
"You two shouldn't say that carelessly. If someone hears it, it won't be good." She said with a forced smile, "Besides, I... don't have that much ability."
As a concubine, she should not have been involved in the affairs of the court, not to mention that Feng Hengzhi was a big favorite of the emperor.
Not to mention Qi Ran, she is a real royal relative. If she can influence the status of those two with just a few words, then what will she become?
“You do!”
“You do!”
The two of them turned around at the same time and nodded solemnly.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them started to wrestle with each other, teeth bared.
Meng You turned his back to Concubine An and gave Sang Luan a wink, who immediately understood.
The two men moved towards Concubine An while cursing.
An Guiren's pupils suddenly widened, and she took several steps back. Her heart suddenly started beating non-stop, and she instantly lost interest in watching the show.
She patted her chest, turned sideways to the maid beside her and asked, "What's the agreement between these two?"
"I'm not sure either, but according to rumors, it seems like neither of them can stand the other."
An Guiren's eyelids twitched, and she took several steps back, a look of panic flashing across her face.
Suddenly, he stumbled and the palace maid beside him quickly supported him.
In a panic, An Guiren quickly supported the maid's arm and said urgently, "Let them fight as they please. Help me walk quickly."
Immediately, he turned sideways and warned everyone around him, "I haven't encountered those two people today. Do you understand?"
The palace maids lowered their heads and nodded in agreement.
When An Guiren disappeared from view, the two people who were fighting each other slowly let go of each other.
"Am I late?" Meng Youning suddenly spoke.
"It's just right." Sang Luan shook her head.
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
Mu Xiang behind him was stunned. Doesn’t the Crown Prince’s Consort have a conflict with that Sang Luan?
Seeing this, Muxiang consciously slowed down a few steps and kept a certain distance from the two people in front.
"Here, this is the osmanthus cake I brought you." Meng Youning flipped her wrist and took out a wrapped cloth and handed it to Sang Luan, "I think you would like it."
Sang Luan's eyes lit up immediately, and she took it. Then she spread out the cloth, picked up a piece and tasted it, "Hmm, delicious."
"This Concubine An, this is the first time I met her today." Sang Luan ate two pieces of osmanthus cake in succession. This ancient cake was exquisite, but the heads were too small.
After finishing the last piece, Sang Luan felt much better. "I don't even know her, so why do I feel so hostile towards her?"
Sang Luan looked very puzzled.
"Didn't you pay attention when you were reading the novel?" Meng Youning gave Sang Luan a complicated look.
Sang Luan exclaimed, her face filled with confusion. "What?"
"You don't know her, but she knows Feng Hengzhi." Meng Youning nudged Sang Luan. "In the original book, there was someone who liked Feng Hengzhi just like you, but couldn't speak up because of shame. Then, after finally making up their minds to express their feelings, you suddenly showed up."
"Then, by some strange combination of circumstances, she entered the palace." Sang Luan blinked and realized instantly, "Is it her?"
Meng Youning nodded slightly.
Sang Luan understood, it turned out that he regarded her as an imaginary enemy.
"Have you looked for the Inspection Office?" Meng Youning asked while paying attention to her surroundings.
Sang Luan clapped her hands fiercely, "Quick, let's go to the Imperial Household Department's workshop."
Without much time to explain, Sang Luan walked forward quickly, and Meng Youning followed closely behind her.
Imperial Household Department, Imperial Household Department.
"Sir Wei, the opera troupe from Fushengxian who came to the palace banquet today is really all here. If you want more people, there really is no more."
The eunuch in charge of the Imperial Household Department looked at Wei Jian in front of him with helplessness.
Wei Jian glanced at everyone coldly. Everyone in the troupe lowered their heads slightly. At this time, their faces were already made up, with layer after layer of delicate powder applied.
Its true appearance can no longer be seen.
Wei Jian frowned, one hand dropped naturally, and the other hand grasped the hilt of the sword, "You all, go wash your faces."
Several people hurriedly said, "Sir, we are only here to sing in the palace under orders. We know nothing."
"Yes." The eunuch in charge also stepped forward to smooth things over. "They're going to perform in a while. If we take it off now, we won't be able to go on stage in time. If His Majesty blames us then..."
Wei Jian glanced at him and said coldly, "Is the safety of the emperor more important, or is this show more important? Do you need to think about it?"
A hint of hesitation flashed across the face of the eunuch in charge.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Jian waved his hand and gave the order, "Take them all away and clean them up."
The eunuch in charge reacted quickly and stood in front of Wei Jian, looking anxious, "Sir Wei, if you ruin the original arrangement, what will happen if no one takes the stage? What if the emperor blames you?"
Wei Jian tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, a complex expression flashed across his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he looked up inadvertently and saw a man in front of him trembling all over, his head almost buried in the ground.
Wei Jian's expression changed, his eyes became even colder, and he pointed at the man, "You, raise your head."
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the man suddenly looked up, took out a handful of powder from somewhere, and sprinkled it towards Wei Jian, and the powder flew wildly in the air.
Wei Jian couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.
Seeing this, the man ran straight out.
Everything happened so suddenly that the eunuch in charge was stunned where he stood.
Wei Jian almost instinctively pulled out the sword in his hand and threw it towards the door.
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