Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Song Wanyin glanced at Gu Qingzhi calmly and chuckled:

"Okay, then I'll break it open and crush it in front of Master Chu, and slowly settle the score.

It is just right for Master Chu to come and do justice."

Gu Qingzhi was speechless for a moment, and looked at Chu Hexuan in fear. She immediately changed her expression and said aggrievedly:

"Brother Hexuan, please don't laugh at me. I was just joking with her. In the past, we liked to play around with each other without any respect for age."

She was very upset in her heart. She was blinded by hatred and almost lost her composure in front of Chu Hexuan.

If he knew the truth, the gentle and virtuous image that I have always established would be completely destroyed.

Chu Hexuan's eyes were filled with disgust. He had indeed been blinded by her well-educated appearance and mistakenly believed that she was a talented woman who was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As time went by, I realized that she knew nothing about calligraphy and painting. She always knew nothing when answered questions, and I gradually became suspicious of her.

"Miss Gu, please respect yourself. I have nothing to do with you."

These words turned into a heavy hammer, hitting Gu Qingzhi's heart hard and breaking her heart.

Gu Qingzhi's eyes were filled with tears. She walked forward anxiously, grabbed his arm regardless of the difference between men and women, and choked up:

"Brother Hexuan, if I did something wrong, you can point it out, but why are you distancing yourself from me like this?"

Chu Hexuan saw that she was a girl who had no sense of reserve. If it weren't for the fact that this was the general's mansion, he would have argued with her long ago:

"Miss Gu, please let go.

Don't do this, it will be bad if someone sees you."

While the two of them were arguing, Song Wanyin quietly turned around and left, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

Since the divorce, she has become calm and not happy about things or sad about herself.

The only people she cares about in this world are her relatives.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure like a glittering swallow swooped towards her.

"Wan Yin, where have you been? Let me look for you.

Oh, I see. Do you also find it boring to drink with those guys?

I'll take you to the back garden to listen to Liyuanxiang opera. That's the most famous opera troupe in the capital, and my princess has specially invited them to entertain you.

There are all kinds of delicious cakes and fruit wines, all of which are personally supervised by the emperor's sister."

Zhao Yundi excitedly took her arm and led her to a pavilion in the back garden.

This is the best stand specially provided for dignitaries and noble ladies. Besides watching the show, they can also communicate with each other and build friendships.

The troupe members were dressed in gorgeous costumes, with bright paint on their faces. Their singing was melodious, like a yellow oriole flying out of a valley, and their movements were graceful and smooth, like colorful butterflies dancing, adding a beautiful landscape to the general's mansion.

Song Wanyin took a quick glance and saw a group of dignitaries and ladies sitting together. They were all dressed up carefully and looked as brilliant as a bunch of flowers.

They talked in soft voices, giggled from time to time, and their every move revealed the demeanor of ladies from noble families.

Among them, Zhao Yiran's beautiful figure was actually seen. She was talking and laughing with other princesses.

Zhao Yundi was in a very good mood. She pulled her to a seat near the main seat and enthusiastically helped her get cakes and pour fruit wine.

“Wan Yin, don’t worry about your figure at this time.

Try it. This fruit wine was brought as tribute from the Western Regions. Father gave it to my sister as a special gift."

Song Wanyin noticed the gazes of the noble ladies, which were cast towards her from time to time, their eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Yundi, it's not appropriate for me to sit here. I'd better sit in the back."

When Zhao Yundi saw her getting up to leave, she immediately pulled her back and said:

“What’s inappropriate?

After the imperial sister finishes entertaining the guests, she will come over and have a chat with us.

I would like to introduce you to my sister, I believe she will like you very much. "

Song Wanyin's heart skipped a beat. When she entered the room, she had already met the eldest princess.

However, judging from the eldest princess's attitude, it seemed that the first meeting was not pleasant.

She was very low-key in such an important occasion, trying not to steal the spotlight, but she was always very eye-catching wherever she went.

The moment the ladies saw Song Wanyin coming in, their eyes subconsciously stayed on her.

Her skin is as white as snow and she is as beautiful as a fairy. Her every move is elegant and calm. No wonder those men are so attracted to her.

The noble ladies were filled with jealousy. They secretly compared themselves with Song Wanyin and found that they were inferior to her in every aspect.

Song Wanyin stands out like a crane among chickens.

At this time, a daughter of a prime minister could not help but exclaimed:

"Are you Song Wanyin? I heard you are one of the most talented women in the capital.

After seeing you today, I can see that you are really as beautiful as your reputation says.

And your clothes and jewelry are so exquisite. Everything looks good on you when you are beautiful."

Another privy councilor's daughter also echoed:

"Yes, Song Wanyin, you are so lucky to be adopted as a daughter by His Majesty.

But your temperament is outstanding, and you can tell at a glance that you come from a prominent family.

I have heard about your father's military exploits and sacrifices in defense of his country. It is truly admirable."

Song Wanyin said shyly:

“When my father was alive, he often reminded us that defending our country is the mission and responsibility of every citizen.

In fact, being pretty can’t make you a living, you still have to make more contributions to the country.”

Zhao Yiran couldn't help but rolled her eyes at her, and said out of jealousy:

"Humph, what's so great about it? It's just relying on the meritorious service that my father sacrificed himself for.

Is this worth showing off everywhere?

You don't want your father to have rest in peace, do you? "

As soon as these words were spoken, several noble ladies immediately joined in and looked at Song Wanyin with disdain.

"That's right, we are not bad either, we are the father of any of the people present here.

Either they followed the late emperor to conquer the world, or they were great contributors who defended the country for Your Majesty."

"We are very low-key people. We won't show off our father's outstanding military achievements to others."

“The more inferior a person is, the more he likes to emphasize something in front of others.”

"Oh, that's right. I heard that she seems to be an abandoned woman. A man as heroic as Lord Gu, who has made outstanding military achievements, actually wants to divorce her.

It is obvious that she is not a faithful wife."

Song Wanyin heard the noble ladies' discussions and knew that they were just jealous of her, so she still maintained her elegant demeanor.

The more she ignored them, the angrier they got, and whoever took it seriously would lose.

Zhao Yundi couldn't stand it anymore and threw her chopsticks down, angrily saying back:

"Zhao Yiran, can't all these cakes and pastries stop your stinky mouth?"

Zhao Yiran covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Haha, I didn't expect that I was right.

The parties involved have not refuted anything, so what right do you have to accuse me of anything?

Today is the royal sister's wedding day, and she, an outsider, has taken great pains to dress up.

What? Are you trying to steal the show?"

Zhao Yundi suppressed her anger and sneered:

"Zhao Yiran, why don't you say that you are obviously an ugly duckling, but you insist on comparing yourself with a white swan.

Aren't you deliberately trying to make yourself unhappy?"