Since Zhao Wanqiu arrived at the banquet, she has been looking for Song Qingxue. After asking around, she found out that Song Qingxue was here.

Looking at Song Qingxue sitting in the pavilion, she felt a little strange.

Normally, Song Qingxue loves to join in the fun, so why is she hiding away today?

"Sister Qingxue, why are you ignoring me?"

Zhao Wanqiu came over, looked intimate, sat next to Song Qingxue, and reached out to hold her hand.

Song Qingxue dodged subconsciously.

Looking at the little hand of the female protagonist in the original book frozen in mid-air awkwardly, Song Qingxue touched her nose.

Sorry, sorry, it was just a subconscious reaction.

Although Zhao Wanqiu looks gentle and cute, Song Qingxue knows that she is not some innocent little girl.

According to the time rhythm in the book, Zhao Wanqiu has now begun to help the male lead of the original book with the layout.

The original owner's tragic fate was due to her own lack of scheming on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was all caused by Zhao Wanqiu. She felt okay when she read the book, but now that she has become the original owner, it is really difficult for her to have a good impression of Zhao Wanqiu.

"Sister Qingxue, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Wanqiu bit her lip, looking aggrieved. "But when did I offend you and make you unhappy? Did you misunderstand me?"

Looking at Zhao Wanqiu's aggrieved look, if Song Qingxue didn't know what kind of person she was, she would have been deceived.

It has to be said that a mere concubine's daughter of the Minister of Rites could climb up step by step. In addition to her aura as the protagonist, she also has brains.

The late emperor had ten sons, seven of whom died in the fight for the throne. Only the eldest prince was a sickly boy who devoted himself to worshipping Buddha and cared nothing about worldly affairs; the third prince was an unknown prince whose mother was of humble origin and not favored; and the other one is the current little emperor.

The male lead in the original text is the third prince.

Xiahou Chongyuan and the late emperor were brothers from the same mother, but there was a huge age difference between them. In order to ensure that the legitimate son of the empress would secure the throne, the late emperor delegated power to Xiahou Chongyuan and asked him to support him.

On the surface, it seemed that the prince who died in the fight for the throne was dealt with by Xiahou Chongyuan, but behind the scenes, it was mostly the unknown third prince Xiahou Chun who fanned the flames.

"You and I are not that close. Miss Zhao, it would be better for you to call me Your Majesty." Song Qingxue distanced herself and said lightly.

It was no secret that the original owner liked Xiahou Chongyuan. After Zhao Wanqiu knew about this, she deliberately got close to the original owner. On the surface, she was giving her advice and telling her how to get Xiahou Chongyuan. In fact, she was preparing to break up the General's Mansion with him step by step.

The original owner's last wish... was to have Zhao Wanqiu and Xiahou Chun punished, but the opposite happened.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxue raised her eyes lazily and glanced at Zhao Wanqiu who was biting her lips.

The Dongyue Dynasty had a strict hierarchy with a clear distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. The fact that Zhao Wanqiu, a little concubine's daughter, could thrive in the circle of noble ladies in the capital city just proved that she was a person who was good at socializing.

"Sister Qingxue, I'm stupid. Maybe you're uncomfortable. Just tell me." Zhao Wanqiu didn't understand why Song Qingxue, who was fine a few days ago, suddenly became a different person. She continued, "Did His Royal Highness the Regent bully Sister Qingxue again?"

"Miss Zhao, aren't my words clear enough? You are just a concubine's daughter, and I am the wife of the Regent Prince and the legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion. You feel at ease when I call you sister. Aren't you afraid of shortening your life?" Song Qingxue sneered, distanced herself from Song Qingxue, and said.

With just one sentence, Zhao Wanqiu's heart sank to the bottom.

Which link went wrong?

She couldn't help but glance at Song Qingxue.

His appearance had clearly not changed at all, but his eyes were surprisingly so sharp that she couldn't see through them.

In the past, Song Qingxue had all her worries written on her face, but now...