"You're that second young lady?" Mo Xiaowan frowned, secretly comparing herself to the woman in her mind. She realized that she couldn't compare to the woman in front of her in terms of background, appearance, or temperament.
With the help of her maid, Li Yishan gracefully alighted from the carriage and walked towards Mo Xiaowan. "Indeed. May I ask to see Madam Yun?"
"What do you want with her?" Mo Xiaowan asked.
"I've brought an invitation. The day after tomorrow is my grandmother's 70th birthday. She's very curious about who Yun Tanhua's wife is, so she sent me to invite Madam Yun to the banquet." Li Yishan looked at the maid beside her, "Xiao Han."
"Yes, Miss." Xiao Han took out a gold-embossed invitation from her sleeve and handed it to Mo Xiaowan.
Mo Xiaowan didn't accept the offer, saying directly, "She doesn't have time to go, you should leave."
After saying this, he returned to his residence and slammed the vermilion gate shut with a loud bang.
Li Yishan and her maid Xiaohan were both startled, because the sound of the vermilion gate opening was truly loud.
"What an rude and insolent girl!" Xiao Han, who had been holding back against Mo Xiaowan, finally couldn't hold back any longer, her eyes filled with anger.
Li Yishan didn't care about Mo Xiaowan's attitude. In her opinion, it was beneath her dignity to argue with a maid. Instead, she looked up and examined the vermilion gate, seemingly talking to herself, "Ebony gate, the Fu family is very wealthy. No wonder my brother would condescend to befriend them."
"Didn't they say that Lord Yun came from a humble background?" Xiao Han helped Li Yishan back to the carriage.
"A poor family? If this is what you call a poor family, then there are no wealthy families in the capital." Li Yishan looked back at the Fu residence, especially at the spacious courtyard in front of the gate, which was considered to have excellent feng shui, allowing the wind to gather and accumulate energy.
Her maternal grandmother was a descendant of a Miao shaman, a group discriminated against by the world. When she was very young, her grandmother told her that she would meet a benefactor in her life, and if she could marry him, she would be transformed from a cat into a phoenix. However, that benefactor was as elusive as a fleeting cloud.
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Teahouse
After climbing into the carriage, Mu Run collapsed. She was exhausted from the day, her back and legs aching. Her once slender, white fingers were now worn down, and even the slightest touch was excruciating. But her mood was soaring.
Madam Cai looked at her hands and said with heartache, "Your Excellency should feel sorry for her."
Upon hearing this, Mu Run chuckled, "What he's worried about has nothing to do with him."
"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me?" The carriage curtain was lifted, and Fu Yunchen's handsome face appeared outside the carriage door.
Madam Cai immediately got up and got off the carriage, then bowed to Fu Yunchen, saying, "Greetings, sir."
Fu Yunchen nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. You and Hongmi should go back first."
Cai replied, "Yes, sir."
Mu Run looked at him, "Aren't you going back to the Fu residence?"
Fu Yunchen said, "I'll take you to eat."
Mu Run: "...I can eat when I get back, and I don't really want to eat right now. I'd rather take a hot bath and get a good night's sleep."
"Tired?" Fu Yunchen looked at her, leaning lazily against the carriage, seemingly unwilling to move at all.
Mu Run blinked. "Mm."
Fu Yunchen had Qiao Dongzi drive the carriage, then lowered the curtain, knelt down beside Mu Run, and looked into her eyes. "Emperor Xiaozhi was so angered by Prince Zhou that he fell critically ill. It took the imperial physicians six days and six nights to save him before he finally woke up, but his legs are paralyzed!"
"Huh?" Mu Run's gossipy soul awakened, and he sat up straighter. "So you've been in the palace these past few days not because you're busy with official duties, but because you've been praying for the old emperor and showing your loyalty."
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