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Shen Jiayu, who was wearing green clothes, came out of the carriage first. He stretched out his hand to firmly take Song Qinghong's hand and took her out of the carriage.

Yu Guangzhong had already seen the maid peeking out from behind the door of Duke Dingguo's mansion. He saw that her eyes were fixed on Song Qinghong, and she squinted her eyes and looked at her a few more times. It seemed that she had confirmed it, and then she ran inside with her skirt lifted up.

Shen Jiayu had an idea in his mind, he was here to explore the way.

After she helped Song Qinghong get off the carriage, she leaned over to her ear and whispered, "He Congshuang sent someone to wait for you. Just now, a little maid ran in after seeing you. She must have gone to inform you."

Song Qinghong hummed in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

The guard at the door let them in and asked a maid to lead them inside. The Duke Dingguo Mansion was smaller than the Prime Minister's Mansion, and they arrived at the inner courtyard not far away.

Almost the moment they entered, everyone's eyes turned towards them, as if they wanted to see through them.

"Sister Qinghong, you are here. I was afraid you wouldn't come. Now that you are here, please take a seat." He Congshuang started laughing when he saw Song Qinghong from afar, and his voice was softer than before.

Shen Jiayu felt a chill all over his body. He didn't have much contact with her, and the last time he heard her voice was full of energy. This time, her voice took a sudden turn. Shen Jiayu was not used to it.

Song Qinghong adapted to the situation very quickly. No matter how many misunderstandings they had in front of so many people, they had to put on a show, just like before and even more so now.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Not all the people who came to He Congshuang's birthday party were noble ladies. Those who were much higher in status than her would not come, and those who she didn't interact with often would not come either.

If you think about it carefully, Song Qinghong has the highest status and position.

Seeing that Song Qinghong was so polite, the others might not necessarily want to return the favor in their hearts, but they still had to return the favor on the surface.

When they returned the gifts, no one noticed the flash of anger in He Congshuang's eyes. She invited everyone to take their seats.

Everyone took their seats in order of status. He Congshuang naturally sat in the main seat, and Song Qinghong sat on her left.

Gongsun Rou sat at the lower right. She looked at the guests dressed in fancy clothes and sneered in her heart, recalling the scene of her first meeting with He Congshuang. She liked to wear pink clothes the most, as this color best suited her skin tone. She spared no expense to buy a lotus pink dress to attend the flower-viewing banquet at the princess's mansion.

Unfortunately, she met He Congshuang, who also liked pink, but they wore the same color. Under the oppression of power, she had to take off her favorite clothes and put on clothes similar to those of the maids in the princess's mansion, which was a great insult.

That year she had just arrived in Kyoto and attended a grand banquet for the first time, but ended up being ridiculed.

Fortunately, she had just arrived in Kyoto that year, and no one cared about such a small character like her, and soon forgot about her completely.

Now seeing that all these people are dressed so gorgeously, I am afraid that He Congshuang has already resented those eye-catching people, but these people don’t know it yet.

However, Song Qinghong's dress was a little beyond her expectations. Song Qinghong had always been tolerant in matters between them, which was why He Congshuang could always act like a troublemaker on her head. Otherwise, as long as Song Qinghong cried a few words to that young master Song, He Congshuang would definitely not be able to act like a troublemaker anymore.

Gongsun Rou suppressed the hatred in her heart, still with a gentle smile on her face, she picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Soon, the servants brought all the dishes and placed them on their tables one by one.

As an accompanying maid, Shen Jiayu needed to kneel on the right side of Song Qinghong to serve her food. She carefully observed the dishes of the people around her, which were all the same. While they were not paying attention, she took out the silver needle hidden on her body, quickly inserted it into the dish, checked that it had not turned black, and then picked up a few pieces and put them on Song Qinghong's plate.

She knew that this method of testing for poison was not very reliable, but it would always be a good idea to try. She believed that He Congshuang had no bad intentions and would not be stupid enough to poison the food.

After the banquet started, nothing happened.

It was so dull that Song Qinghong began to doubt whether their preparations were wrong. She picked up the tea and took a sip. The dishes on the table were too greasy and she didn't like them very much. She ate a little of each and then put down her chopsticks.

At this time, Gongsun Rou suddenly stood up, raised her wine glass and said, "Miss He, I heard that you got some excellent wine the other day. It tastes sweet and mellow. Ordinary people won't get drunk after drinking a pot of it. It is said to be good for beauty. Is the wine for today's birthday banquet that wine?"

He Congshuang smiled, looked at her, and picked up the wine glass in his hand, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. Yes, this is the wine. These are the only ones left from what I got last time. I have already taken them out. Don't miss them."

As soon as Shen Jiayu heard it, she knew she was in trouble. With such obvious agreement, what else could she not understand?

This is a trap for Song Qinghong.

The people present were not very interested in fine wine, but when they heard that it could beautify the skin, they became interested.

Women dress up to please themselves, and they all hope that their looks can be improved. After a few compliments, they picked up their glasses and started drinking.

Song Qinghong also knew that there might be something wrong with the wine. She picked up the glass, put it to her lips, pretended to take a sip, and then put it down.

When He Congshuang was drinking, his eyes were always fixed on Song Qinghong. He smiled with satisfaction when he saw her drink. As she put down the glass, the smile on her face disappeared.

The wine in the glass was not less. It could even be said that Song Qinghong did not drink a single drop. The bright wine could still reflect Song Qinghong's face.

"Sister Qinghong, don't you like this wine? I see you didn't drink much."

Song Qinghong didn't want to hide anything, and said directly: "Well, since you don't like drinking, I drank a little. This wine is good, and you can enjoy it with you. I can't drink much, so I won't drink it."

He Congshuang lowered her eyelids, hiding the look in her eyes. Seeing that she had said this, it was not appropriate to urge her to drink any more.

Then he looked at Gongsun Rou, who was sitting on the lower right and also observing Song Qinghong, with a look of blame in his eyes. It was Gongsun Rou's idea to put drugs in the wine, and now Song Qinghong simply didn't drink, so their next plan was interrupted again.

Gongsun Rou noticed her gaze and gave her a mysterious smile. She raised her wine glass to He Congshuang and praised, "This wine is really good."

He Congshuang didn't know what she meant by saying this, and a surge of anger rose in her heart. Did she really think this fine wine was for her to drink?

If it wasn't for completing the plan, she wouldn't have given them so much fine wine.

Gongsun Rou put down the wine glass, a blush appeared on her fair face. She looked at He Congshuang with blurred eyes, opened her lips but said two words without making a sound.

"It's done."