These words were like a resounding slap in the face, slapping Liu fiercely. She was so angry that her face turned from red to blue, and then from blue to white. The maids around her lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking slightly. Everyone knew that Second Miss Shen had done this herself, but they didn't dare to say it out of respect for Liu.
"You...you..." Liu was so angry that she couldn't speak. She pointed at Shen Weiwan, her nails trembling. "Just wait! Sooner or later, I will let you know how powerful I am!"
"Aunt, please don't wait any longer," Chen Weiwan waved her hand with a smile, like a little fox that had stolen some meat. "I don't think my cousin's pimple will heal in a short time, so you should think about how to relieve the itch. By the way, corner mud really works. If you don't believe it, why not try it yourself first?"
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Liu to explode, she pulled Chuntao and turned around and ran away, leaving Liu to jump in anger. She heard Shen Ruoruo's more suppressed crying coming from the bamboo courtyard, mixed with Liu's cursing, like a lively street drama.
Back at Tinglan Courtyard, Chuntao couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed on the gauze-covered couch, laughing until tears streamed down her cheeks. "Miss, you were really amazing just now! You made Liu choke and her face turned green! How did you come up with that mud-in-the-corner trick?"
Shen Weiwan picked up the iced mung bean soup on the table and stirred it gently with a silver spoon. The emerald-colored shaved ice was embedded with bright red honey beans, and a sweet and cool breeze blew over her face: "Want to fight with me? They are still a little too young." Thinking of Shen Ruoruo's embarrassed look of scratching her ears and cheeks, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, and the dimples at the corners of her eyes were faintly visible.
"Oh, Miss," Chun Tao recalled something and pulled out a small brocade box embroidered with lotus flowers from her sleeve. "His Highness the Seventh Prince just sent this over, saying it's a reward for you."
Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow, accepting it. The moment she opened the brocade box, a warm white light emanated. Inside was a lustrous, mutton-fat jade hairpin, its head carved with twin lotus flowers. The veins of the petals were clearly visible, and it felt cool to the touch, clearly made of fine, warm jade. A piece of plain paper rested on the bottom of the brocade box, upon which was written the uninhibited calligraphy of the Seventh Prince, Xiao Yu: "I have heard of your brilliant interpretation of the 'miracle mud healing formula,' and I am giving you a jade hairpin as a gift. Please do not use this 'good formula' on me, lest it taint my dragon body."
"Who wants to use mud on him?" Shen Weiwan's cheeks flushed instantly, as if stained by the sunset glow. She angrily inserted the jade hairpin into her hair. The cool jade pressed against her scalp, but it couldn't suppress the heat in her heart. This Seventh Prince was so well-informed that he seemed to have clairvoyance and super hearing. Even her teasing words to Shen Ruoruo reached his ears.
Chun Tao looked at the blush on the tips of her young lady's ears and smiled secretly, "Young lady, the Seventh Prince really cares about you. Every time you do something 'proper', he rewards you."
"Go away!" Shen Weiwan glared at her, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the lotus flowers on the hairpin. Her heart felt like a lively little rabbit, sweet and sweet. She walked to the window and looked at the smoke rising from the bamboo courtyard. Her eyes gradually turned cold.
Chen Ruorou, Liu Shi, this is just the beginning. The pain you inflicted on me in my past life, I will transform into thousands of fine needles, one by one, slowly piercing your hearts. Next time, I must think of a more ingenious way to give them a good "feeling"!
As she pondered this, the old butler hurried in, holding a thick account book. The words "Household Expenses" in faded gold-stamped official script on the cover said, "My dear Miss, I have uncovered more evidence of Liu's embezzlement and misappropriation over the years. Look at these entries. Last winter alone, they overstated the amount by three hundred taels of silver under the guise of fur purchases..."
Shen Weiwan took the account book, her fingertips tracing across the yellowed pages. The numbers on it danced like notes, playing the prelude to revenge. She looked at the shocking sums, a cold smile curling her lips. "Very good. Doesn't Auntie love money the most? Then show her that every penny she embezzled from the General's Mansion must be returned with interest."
She closed the account book and told the old housekeeper, "Prepare the car. I need to go to Ci'an Temple."
"What are you going to the temple for?" Chun Tao asked curiously, "Are you really going to pray?"
Shen Weiwan blinked, the sunlight shining through the window lattice into her eyes, flashing a cunning light: "Of course I'm going to 'pray'. By the way... see if I can meet any 'old friends'." She recalled the scene in her previous life when Liu and Li Xiu secretly colluded and tried to push her into the fire pit, and a cold light flashed in her eyes - Li Xiu, that lame scumbag, it's his turn to taste the taste of disgrace.
The melodious chimes of the Ci'an Temple echoed through the air, mingled with the smoke of burning incense. Shen Weiwan, dressed in a plain skirt, knelt on a cushion in the main hall. The statue of Guanyin before her had a kind and benevolent expression, but she had no intention of paying homage. Her thoughts were entirely focused on the cough coming from the next cubicle.
"Ahem...slow down, why are you in such a hurry?" A slightly sharp male voice sounded, accompanied by an impatient cough.
Shen Weiwan quietly raised her eyes, peering through the carved window panes to see Li Xiu limping in, leaning on an ebony cane. A servant followed behind, carefully supporting him. Having not seen him for so long, Li Xiu had lost considerable weight, his eye sockets sunken, and his already lame right leg seemed even more lame. He leaned on his cane for support with every step, his face unconcealed with irritation and fatigue. It seemed the rumors of his "broken sleeve" relationship had left him unable to move around the capital, forcing him to retreat to a temple to avoid the spotlight.
Chen Weiwan raised her lips with a wicked smile, deliberately raised her voice, and prayed devoutly to the Guanyin statue: "Greatly compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless me to find my ideal husband as soon as possible. I don't ask him to be powerful, but I hope he has good character. Don't be like some people who appear to be decent people on the surface, but are actually...Alas, Bodhisattva, you know, I am most afraid of meeting those hypocrites who are all show and no substance..."
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