Wow, that roast duck looks so juicy and shiny, slurp, it must taste delicious!
And then there's that fist-sized lion's head meatball; one bite and the rich, flavorful juice bursts in your mouth, slurp...
Wow! Who made this squirrel-shaped mandarin fish? It's practically a work of art!
[Huh, what's this? It's golden yellow and looks so crispy, I really want to eat it...]
Lady of Changxing: ......
He could only sigh and rub his forehead, directing the maid to serve food to Chuanwen.
[Oh yeah! The old lady and I must be on the same wavelength; these are all my favorite foods!]
Lady Changxing's smile became even more loving, but she was also worried that Chuanwen might eat too much and not be able to digest it, since she had eaten quite a lot yesterday, so she didn't let the maidservant put too much on his plate.
Chuanwen, who hadn't had enough to eat, made an excuse to go to the restroom and squeezed into another table to eat.
She ate while listening to the gossip of the people at the table.
Five women sat at the table, all dressed in fine clothes and adorned with gold hairpins and jade ornaments, exuding an air of nobility.
"It's not easy to find it after more than 30 years."
A noblewoman with an oval face sighed, while another woman shook her head and sighed.
"What good is it if we find it? It doesn't mean we can inherit the title."
Another noblewoman asked curiously, "Isn't it normal that he can't inherit the title since he's not the eldest son?"
The woman who had been shaking her head earlier leaned forward and whispered mysteriously, "You wouldn't believe it, but I heard that the one who came back is the eldest son of the Marquis of Changxing's wife!"
He added at the end, "His own flesh and blood!"
It was no secret that Chuan Hai was not the biological son of the Lady of Changxing Marquis. After the woman said this, the expressions of everyone at the table changed.
Lady Changxing was willing to forgo letting her own son inherit the title.
"Madam Liu, who told you this? You must be making this up."
Chuan Haiji was under the name of the Lady of Changxing Marquis and was considered a legitimate son. However, if he was not the eldest son, he could not inherit the title. Naturally, the title should be inherited by the eldest legitimate son.
No matter how much affection one has for a child raised by their side, it can't compare to the bond of blood. The women present found it hard to believe that anyone would refuse to let their own son inherit the title and instead allow a illegitimate son raised by their side to do so.
[Madam Liu?]
Chuanwen slurped up some soup and searched his memory for information about this Madam Liu.
Is it the wife of Liu Zhangmin, the censor who loved to smell his concubines' farts and said they smelled like sweet potatoes, or the wife of Liu Kala, the minister of revenue who once accidentally fell into a latrine and choked on some excrement?
While Madam Liu was rambling on about her cousin's aunt's illegitimate son, unable to hear Chuanwen's true feelings, a woman at the same table, dressed in the most luxurious clothes and adorned with the most elegant decorations, cast a suspicious glance at her. Who was speaking?
After scanning around, no one spoke except for the eloquent Madam Liu!
Hmm? Who is she?
The woman's gaze fell on Chuanwen, who was scooping up the last piece of lion's head meatballs. "Whose daughter are you?"
Madam Liu's long-winded speech stopped abruptly. All five of them followed the noblewoman's gaze and stared intently at Chuanwen. They blinked and blinked again. Then Madam Liu was so frightened that she almost jumped up. She pointed at the innocent Chuanwen sitting next to her, who was also startled, and stammered for a long time.
"Aren't you that peasant's daughter!"
In the end, it was the woman who was most interested in the gossip of the Marquis of Changxing's mansion who shouted it out for Madam Liu.
As soon as she shouted it out, she realized her slip of the tongue, blushed, stammered for a moment, and quickly tried to make amends, saying, "You, how did you end up at our table?"
Looking at Chuanwen's plate, bowl, and chopsticks, there were leftover bones and fish bones that had been removed. Now she was innocently chewing on the soft and tender lion's head meatballs.
The group quickly looked at the food on the table: squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, fried shrimp, eight-treasure chicken, and most infuriatingly, four braised lion's head meatballs—not a single one was left for them!
The braised lion's head meatballs at the Marquis of Changxing's residence are complicated to make and are famously delicious in the capital. Some people go to his banquets specifically to eat these lion's head meatballs, including the most elegant and noble lady.
But now they've all ended up in Chuanwen's stomach!
"No manners!"
The woman's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and she put down her chopsticks in annoyance.
The group immediately became cautious, glancing at the woman's expression. Their resentment towards Chuanwen, who had eaten their lion's head meatballs, turned into sympathy.
This princess is no pushover. She didn't come to the banquet to congratulate Marquis Changxing on recognizing his son; otherwise, she wouldn't have ignored Marquis Changxing's wife when she introduced Xu Yan and Chuanwen to everyone. She came just to eat some lion's head meatballs, and now they've all been eaten by Marquis Changxing's newly recognized granddaughter.
At this moment, everyone else also noticed this side. When Lady Changxing saw that Chuanwen had sat down at Princess Baohui's table at some point, she was startled and quickly got up to go over.
"Princess, please don't be offended. Wen'er has just arrived and doesn't recognize people. She must have gone to the wrong place."
With a forced smile, Lady Changxing ordered someone to quickly serve another serving of braised lion's head meatballs to the table.
Princess Baohui's mood improved slightly, and she was willing to give face to the old lady of the Marquis of Changxing. So she snorted coldly, glanced down at Chuanwen, and said, "Old lady, if you don't know the rules, you should teach them properly, lest you cause trouble in the future and lose face for your Marquis of Changxing's mansion."
"Yes, yes, yes," what could Lady Changxing say but apologize, "It was my lack of consideration. I will definitely find someone to teach her properly."
After apologizing, the old lady quickly pulled Chuanwen away. Chuanwen was surprised that this was actually Princess Baohui, and he patted his chest in relief.
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