The guard followed his gaze and saw Shen Weiwan secretly making a "yeah" gesture to Chuntao. Her playful look warmed people's hearts.
"Your Highness, look at her..."
"Let's go," Xiao Yu closed his folding fan, "I'm going to see if there are any more beautiful materials in Madam Taifu's warehouse. Don't let our clever little ghost suffer."
In the side hall, Shen Ruorou was still scratching, and the red bumps on her body were increasing. Qinghe applied ointment to her with a sad face, but it was of no use at all.
"Miss, please be patient, the doctor will be here soon..."
"Endure? How can I endure it!" Shen Ruoruo knocked over the ointment, "It's all Shen Weiwan! She stuffed grass scraps into my skirt! I want to kill her!"
"Miss, please keep your voice down..." Qing He was so frightened that her face turned pale. "Everyone outside is talking about you..."
Shen Ruorou finally realized that she had become a laughing stock in the entire capital. She threw herself on the bed, buried her head in the pillow, and cried in a suppressed voice.
And in the banquet hall, Shen Weiwan was holding a cup of tea and listening to the discussions of the noble ladies around her.
"Did you see that? Miss Shen looked like a madman just now!"
"That's right, I thought she was so gentle, but it turns out she's a complete idiot!"
"Miss Shen is still the best. She is beautiful and sensible. I was worried about her cousin just now."
Shen Weiwan was delighted when she heard these words. She knew that Shen Ruoruo's "gentle" personality had completely collapsed.
"Miss," Chuntao came over, "His Highness the Seventh Prince sent a bowl of bird's nest soup to calm you down."
Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows: "What is he doing again?"
"I don't know," Chuntao put the bird's nest soup on the table, "but the eunuch said that His Highness thought you were particularly impressive today."
Shen Weiwan picked up the spoon and took a sip. The sweet bird's nest slid down her throat, but she was thinking in her heart. What exactly does this Seventh Prince mean? Could it be that he really has a crush on her?
Just as she was thinking, there was a commotion outside. Shen Weiwan lifted the curtain and saw Shen Ruorou's father, the second master of the general's mansion, rushing over with a sullen face.
"Oh no, young lady," Chuntao whispered, "the second master is here, and I'm afraid he's going to cause you trouble."
Shen Weiwan was not panicked at all, but greeted him with just the right amount of grievance on her face: "Second uncle, you are here, my cousin..."
The second master saw the pomegranate red skirt on Chen Weiwan, and thought of his daughter's ugly appearance, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "You still have the nerve to call me second uncle! Did you harm Ruorou?"
Shen Weiwan's eyes immediately turned red, and her voice choked: "Second Uncle, how can you say that? My cousin and I have such a good relationship, how could I hurt her? It was my cousin who accidentally got the grass clippings on her, and I even advised her to be careful..."
As she spoke, tears fell, and the noble ladies around her couldn't help but speak up for her.
"Second Master, this can't be blamed on Sister Weiwan, it's Sister Ruorou herself..."
"That's right, we all saw it. It was Sister Ruorou who had grass scraps in her skirt pocket..."
The second master looked at everyone's reactions, then looked at Shen Weiwan crying like a pear blossom in the rain, and was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to attack.
Seeing this, Shen Weiwan cried even harder: "Second uncle, I know my cousin misunderstood me, but I really didn't hurt her... If my cousin doesn't believe it, I can swear to heaven..."
"Enough!" The second master was so upset by her crying that he felt like he was going to burst into tears. Looking at the strange looks from the people around him, he could only hold back his anger and said, "I'll go see Ruorou!" After saying that, he hurried into the side hall.
Shen Weiwan looked at his back, a smug smile on her lips. Chun Tao handed over the handkerchief and whispered, "Miss, your tears are falling too timely, aren't they?"
Shen Weiwan wiped away her tears and blinked mischievously: "Fight with me? They are still a little naive!"
The sunlight shone on her through the window lattice, and her pomegranate red skirt was like a burning flame, making her whole body sparkle.
In this war sparked by "borrowing clothes," Shen Weiwan triumphed completely. But she knew this was just the beginning. She would make Liu and Shen Ruorou pay an even greater price!
"Let's go, Chuntao," Shen Weiwan patted her skirt, "Let's go see if there is any bird's nest soup that the Seventh Prince sent. Only after eating a full meal can we have the strength to deal with the upcoming show!"
Chun Tao followed with a smile, and the figures of the master and servant disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving behind only the noble ladies' discussions about Shen Ruoruo and the faint crying coming from the side hall.
The incident at the Spring Banquet had not subsided. Shen Ruoruo's "scratching drama" quickly spread throughout the capital, becoming a popular topic of conversation. However, Shen Weiwan, with her wit and "pitiable little cutie" image, won even more sympathy and love.
The Seventh Prince Xiao Yu stood on the waterside pavilion, watching Shen Weiwan's jumping back, the smile on his lips growing deeper and deeper. This silly daughter of the emperor was really becoming more and more exciting. He wanted to see what more exciting tricks she could come up with!
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