Shi Lan smiled slightly, pushed aside Cui Zhi who was blocking her way, and said, "As a younger sister visiting her older sister, what is there to be afraid of?" With that, she took her short legs, stepped over the threshold, and went inside.
Inside the room, Shi Yi sat by the dressing mirror against the wall. In the dim light, her already pale face took on an eerie orange-yellow hue, cold and sinister, sending chills down one's spine for no reason.
Shi Lan shrugged slightly and sat down at the round table in the center of the room. "Second sister's good news is coming soon, and her complexion looks different from usual."
Shi Yi's eyes suddenly sharpened, and after a long while, she turned and walked towards Shi Lan. "What do you want to say? Don't you know whether I look well or not?"
Shi Yi glanced at Shi Lan, lightly crossed her arms, swayed her body, and slowly walked over. "Speaking of which, you deserve most of the credit for this good thing that happened to me."
Shi Lan looked up at her. The lamplight flickered, and Shi Yi was backlit. In the hazy light, a few sharp glints flashed in the corners of her eyes, but they disappeared when Shi Lan looked closely, as if it had just been an illusion.
Shi Lan grinned and shrugged indifferently. "Second sister's words are strange. I've been staying in Lanxiang Courtyard all this time, so how did your affairs get involved with me again?"
Shi Yi gave her a cold look. Things had come to this point, what was the use of tearing things apart? What was bound to happen would happen eventually, and she wouldn't just sit and wait for her fate.
Shi Yi turned her head to the side, not even glancing at Shi Lan, and said, "Say what you have to say, and then leave. You're not welcome here."
Shi Lan curled her lip. This isn't the imperial palace; it's not like anyone wants to come here.
“When you get married, according to custom, all the sisters in the family will give you a dowry. This is my share. You can keep it if you want, or throw it away if you don’t. Anyway, I’ve delivered it.” Shi Lan took a pair of pomegranate-shaped hairpins from Cui Zhi’s hand, placed them on the table, and left without looking back.
Shi Yi snorted coldly and turned her head away. Her watery autumn eyes were like icy, sharp blades, relentlessly slicing through Shi Lan's vital points at the back of his head. (To be continued.)
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