But...why?
Chuanwen was puzzled, as this scene wasn't in the plot.
What's going on? Why isn't anyone following the script? Can't you guys please be a little more professional?
Chuanwen was too lazy to care anymore, and she didn't go either.
“Grandmother, I am still injured and cannot walk. I will not go to the flower viewing banquet tomorrow.”
Chuanwen was secretly delighted. "What's so great about flowers? We'd be better off strolling through the snack alleys on East Street."
The old lady of Changxing Marquis glanced at Chuanwen's left hand and right foot, one wrapped in bandages and the other in a splint, and said with a hint of speechlessness, "The injury wasn't serious to begin with. It's just that your grandfather made a big deal out of it and put all these things on you. Come, come, let your grandmother take them off for you."
Before Chuanwen could react, the old lady of Changxing Marquis removed the bandages and splints from her hands and feet.
Looking at her perfectly intact fingers and ankles with only a slight bruise, Chuanyu was stunned. "Are you really alright?"
Chuanwen touched his nose and laughed, "Sorry, I just thought it was fun to be carried around, so I didn't expose my grandfather."
My carefree days of lying around and eating and drinking are finally over... Waaaaah... Brother Crooked Tree, wait for me, there's a customer here who's about to hang himself... Waaaaah!
The old lady of Changxing Marquis almost burst out laughing at Chuanwen's heartfelt words. She didn't know who her granddaughter inherited it from, but she didn't care about gold and silver treasures at all, yet she was unusually lazy and unusually fond of food. However, she was also unusually cute and lovable.
The next day, after the old lady of the Marquis of Changxing led Chuanwen out, Wang Shi smashed two more teacups in anger.
"What exactly does the old lady mean? She told you to pretend to be sick at home, but she took that girl of yours to the palace banquet. Her heart is definitely with those outside the city!"
Wang was fuming in Chuanyu's room. Chuanyu quickly pulled her mother down to sit and calm her down. "Mother, please keep your voice down. Don't let people hear us gossiping. If the royal family finds out that we pretended to be sick to avoid the banquet, I don't know how they will punish us."
"Punish me if you want, who's afraid of who!" Wang thought angrily. "At worst, nobody will want this marquisate!"
She really couldn't understand what kind of spell that peasant family had cast on her parents-in-law, making them so concerned about that family, even abandoning the child they had raised for over ten or thirty years.
“Mother, you’re talking nonsense again.” Chuanyu wasn’t that obsessed with the marquis title, but she could see that her grandparents weren’t as neglectful of them as her mother said. Otherwise, her grandfather wouldn’t have been so busy helping her father investigate the case these past few days.
Chuanyu analyzed the situation for Wang Shi, who then pointed at Chuanyu and cursed her for being heartless before storming out of Chuanyu's courtyard. She realized they were all unreliable; she would rely on herself and make them see the true colors of that family sooner or later!
Autumn is the perfect time to admire chrysanthemums. In the imperial garden, the chrysanthemums bloom in a riot of colors, some as delicate as frost and snow, some as delicate as the sun, some as large as silver plates, some as small as butterflies, and some red, some green, and some yellow. Among them, the most beautiful and noble is the pot of purplish-black chrysanthemums.
The petals are layered upon layered, perfectly showcasing the chrysanthemum's elegance. Under the sunlight, the dewdrops on the petals are crystal clear, revealing a touch of ethereal beauty within their elegance.
This pot of purple chrysanthemums was Consort Shu's favorite. At this moment, several ladies and their daughters were gathered around Consort Shu, admiring the purple chrysanthemums so much that they were practically bursting with delight.
The Third Prince's wife had no interest in the matter, nor did she want to curry favor with Consort Shu. Chuanwen sat far away in the pavilion, drinking tea and eating snacks. However, her delicate eyebrows furrowed repeatedly.
[The old lady of the Marquis of Changxing is my grandmother, and it's fine that she's always by my side, but what's with this old lady in front of me?]
Countess Taira no Masaru, who was referred to as "Auntie," twitched her brow: Auntie?
Judging from the current situation, besides his family, the officials, ministers, and the emperor, it is unknown which of the ladies in the Imperial Garden can hear Chuanwen's thoughts.
So ever since she entered the palace, the old lady of the Marquis of Changxing has been carefully observing every lady and young lady who has come into close contact with her granddaughter. Now, seeing the stiff expression on the Earl of Pingcheng's face, she knew something was wrong.
There really is someone who can hear! The old lady of Changxing Marquis quickly handed her a cup of tea, "How has the Countess been lately? Come, come, have some tea."
Countess Pingcheng still had to give face to the old lady of Marquis Changxing, so she forced a smile and accepted the teacup.
She lowered her head and took a sip of tea, feeling a little better. Just as she was about to ask Chuanwen which noble lady he thought should be selected, she looked up and saw that the Third Prince had appeared beside Consort Shu at some point. Moreover, the Third Prince had subtly glanced in their direction.
Countess Pingcheng was stunned. There was only her, the old lady of the Marquis of Changxing, Chuanwen and a few maids in the pavilion. There was no one else. Could it be that the Third Prince was looking at Chuanwen?
Turning to look at the jade doll-like Chuanwen, I found that she hadn't even looked up, and was still there appraising the palace pastries as being as disgusting as pig slop.
Countess Pingcheng, who had just seen the expression on the face, was now unsure what expression to wear. Well, it was a little unpalatable, but there was no need to say it out loud, especially in such an unpleasant way. Wait, no, Chuanwen didn't actually say that...
Just as Duchess Pingcheng was relieved that Consort Shu hadn't overheard Chuanwen's thoughts, she saw Consort Shu leading a group of people toward them, while Chuanwen's thoughts were still lingering there.
What is this weird green thing? It doesn't even taste as good as the college student next door who makes the deep fryer...
"Cough cough cough!" The old lady of the Marquis of Changxing tried her best to remind her, but Chuanwen handed his grandmother a cup of tea and continued to complain:
[And this one, the design is pretty nice, but could you please bring the taste too? It's rock hard, if you encountered a robber you wouldn't even need a weapon, just pull this out and it could punch a hole in their head...]
【Hey, what's wrong with the old lady? Why is she coughing so much?】
Looking at his elderly mother coughing forcefully, he thought with certainty: "The pastries must have been awful; look how upset she is!"
The old lady of Changxing Marquis coughed and coughed, and suddenly choked on a mouthful of blood. "I was so angry with you!"
Seeing the old lady's face turn red, Chuanwen, worried she might faint, quickly patted her back to help her catch her breath, then continued his rant: "The palace chefs' cooking must have been taught by an art teacher—it's awful! Zero points..."
The old lady of Changxing Marquis, whose complexion had just improved a little, looked bad again. Seeing that Consort Shu and her entourage were getting closer and closer, she quickly stuffed a piece of pastry into Chuanwen's mouth and said with a smile, "If it's delicious, eat more."
Even Countess Pingcheng wanted to give a thumbs up to the old lady of the Marquis of Changxing; she was so wise.
Chuanwen's thoughts were cut off. Looking up, he saw Consort Shu and her group entering the pavilion. He thought to himself, "What's with everyone here? I refuse to socialize, okay?"
Consort Shu frowned. The Emperor had told her about this country girl and even asked her to invite her. Hearing Chuanwen's words, she was surprised and her face darkened. She was just a country girl; she was already incredibly lucky to be allowed into the palace. How could she be so picky!
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