Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Was it all because of Su Yingxue?
Hong Lianâs hatred towards Su Yingxue deepened even further. âSu Yingxue, even Mo Qi respects and values you. I wonât let you off easy!â
She deliberately lingered a bit longer in Chu Yihanâs study room. Let Su Yingxue wait!
After patiently waiting for two hours, Su Yingxue approached the study room. Upon hearing no conversation inside, she asked Mo Qi, âHave they finished their confidential discussion? Can I go in now?â
Mo Qi nodded. âMiss Su, feel free to enter.â
Previously, he was concerned about her encountering Hong Lian and getting upset. Now that she knew Hong Lian was there, there was no need to conceal it.
Chu Yihan had also mentioned that Su Yingxue could enter her study room as she pleased.
Before Su Yingxue entered, Hong Lian had just brewed tea. She brought it to
Chu Yihan and said shyly, âYour Highness, have a taste of myâ¦â
âYour Highness!â
Su Yingxue pushed the door open and hurried to Chu Yihanâs side, displacing Hong Lian.
âSu Yingxue, you did that intentionally!â
Hong Lian spilled the tea she was holding onto her hand, scalding her fair fingers red.
Su Yingxue tilted her head and glanced at her. âOh, I did it intentionally. Who told you to get close to Your Highness? I havenât even made tea for Your Highness to drink!â
Su Yingxue was openly throwing a tantrum in front of Chu Yihan.
Chu Yihan quickly stood up and assessed her. âAre you alright? Did you get scalded by the tea?â
Su Yingxue shook her head. âNo! Your Highness, have you finished your discussion with the Pavilion Master Hong Lian? 1 also have something important to discuss with you!â
Hong Lian sneered disdainfully. âWhat important matter could Miss Su have? Iâm afraid you canât do anything about what Iâve discussed with Your Highness!â
Chu Yihan looked at Hong Lian coldly, his words piercing. âShut up!â
Hong Lian bit her lip angrily.
Su Yingxue chuckled. She knew it!
She brought out two silk flowers from behind her back with both hands. âYour Highness, these are the patterns the steward asked someone to make. Which one do you think looks better?â
âIs this the important matter you mentioned?â Hong Lian seethed with anger.
However, Chu Yihan looked at the two flowers in her hands seriously. He held her right hand and made his choice. âThis one.â
âAlright, Iâll inform the steward that weâll use this type of silk flower for our wedding.â
Su Yingxueâs smile became even more radiant under the red silk.
Su Yingxue had been provoked by Hong Lian earlier, and now she was retaliating. âPavilion Master Hong Lian, 1 have something important to discuss with Your Highness. Why are you so blind? Are you trying to hinder us?â
Hong Lian gritted her teeth. âHong Lian is tired from the long journey. 1 wonder if you can rest in the Princeâs Mansion for a while and have a meal before leaving?â
Given her status, it would be petty of Chu Yihan to reject her.
He looked at the woman in his arms and said softly, âYou decide, my future princess.â
âPavilion Masterbllong Lian is a guest. How can Your Highness refuse her to stay in the Princeâs Mansion and enjoy a meal?â Su Yingxue smiled. âIâll have the steward prepare it immediately.â
Chu Yihan rubbed her head. âAlright, go ahead.â
It wasnât enough for her to go alone. She had to drag Hong Lian along.
From Mo Qi to the steward, everyone in the Princeâs Mansion seemed to acknowledge Su Yingxue as their future mistress, causing Hong Lianâs eyes to turn red with jealousy.
The steward mentioned that he had prepared a sumptuous dinner for Hong Lian and invited her to dine. However, Hong Lian declined, saying, âThereâs no rush.â
She provocatively raised her eyebrows at Su Yingxue. âMiss Su is fortunate to be acknowledged by everyone in the Princeâs Mansion.. However, there must be someone here who doesnât submit to Miss Su, right?â