Upon hearing the news, Shen Xiwei smashed everything she could find.
Yuzhu advised her, "Miss, you can't get angry anymore. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the baby in your belly!"
Shen Xiwei's eyes were filled with a terrifying hatred as she gritted her teeth and said, "She's clearly forcing me!"
How dare a mere maidservant be on equal footing with her? The Lady of the Marquis is deliberately humiliating her!
Even if she's not the best, she's still a proper young lady from a noble family. Although she's born out of wedlock, with her father's rank, she could marry into a respectable family and become their legal wife!
Now, to be trampled on by a mere maid, the humiliation Shen Xiwei felt was unimaginable...
She narrowed her eyes, a ruthless glint in them: "Since everyone is pushing me, then let's all suffer together!"
Yu Zhu was horrified when she saw the hideous face.
She suddenly remembered the young lady's determined expression when she first married the prince. She was overjoyed at that time, thinking that a bright future awaited her. However, less than a year after marrying her beloved, she had become unrecognizable.
Will the young lady regret her choice?
Yuzhu didn't know.
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Upon hearing Yuan Zhao's report, Shen Tangning's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light: "Qingyufang? Making it so mysterious, it's highly likely that the person in charge is the one who wants to see Chi Jingyu."
Yuan Zhao also told her about the strange things he had noticed: "The place was heavily guarded. I didn't see the person, and I don't know if it was a man or a woman. But when I left, I seemed to hear a noise."
"Because the floor inside is made of wood, any movement is particularly noticeable. I could almost hear something creaking as it rolled over the floor."
After listening to his description, Shen Tangning frowned and pondered for a moment, then her eyes suddenly flashed: "Do you think that sound sounds like a car wheel rolling over the ground?"
An image involuntarily surfaced in her mind: the scene at the palace banquet that day, where the fourth prince was pushed into the hall in a plain palanquin.
Yan Jue was not physically disabled, but her body was so weak that she could barely walk a few steps. Therefore, she always went out in a plain sedan chair, which was also called a wheelchair because it was shaped like a chair with wheels.
The wheelchair was specially made, with a wooden structure throughout, and it made a slight creaking sound when pushed.
Upon her reminder, Yuan Zhao suddenly widened his eyes: "Now that you mention it, it does look somewhat similar."
There are very few people in Yanjing who use wheelchairs. After all, those things require money to make, which is difficult for ordinary families to afford. They are mostly used by noble families.
Therefore, Shen Tangning instinctively thought of Yan Jue, but this does not prove that Yan Jue is the owner of Qingyufang, but it does show that he does have some connection with Qingyufang.
A strange light flashed in Shen Tangning's eyes. It seemed that the Fourth Prince was indeed not a simple person and that she should be more careful: "Chi Jingyu, continue to keep an eye on him, but there is no need to keep too close an eye on him."
In his previous life, Chi Jingyu sided with the Third Prince. In this life, with the Fourth Prince's involvement, some changes are bound to occur.
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As the year draws to a close, the entire city of Yanjing is immersed in a festive atmosphere.
As the most important festival of the year, every household celebrates it with great solemnity. Red lanterns are hung in the streets and alleys, and Yanjing is brightly lit at night, a veritable sea of red.
The first snow in Yanjing arrived late, but even under the silver-clad landscape, the bustling and prosperous atmosphere could not be concealed.
"It's a little crooked."
Shen Tangning held a delicate little hand warmer in her arms and stood under the corridor wearing a cloak. The white cloak covered her completely, and the collar and cuffs were decorated with fluffy white rabbit fur, making her face look even smaller.
She was looking up at Chi Yan as he pasted the couplets when she moved slightly, her red skirt swaying: "Move a little more to the left."
Chi Yan, standing on a stool, carefully adjusted his position upon hearing this.
Unable to bear watching any longer, Ba Liang volunteered, "Young master, why don't I do it?"
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