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Jiang Wansang glanced at someone whose face was filled with righteous indignation and calmly asked, "How did I bully her?"

"You still don't admit it!" Jiang Zihan was even more furious. "Didn't you have someone throw her out of Tingsang Pavilion? Didn't you call her a concubine?"

Jiang Wansang answered confidently, "Yes."

Jiang Zihan was stunned. "Wha...what?"

"She was listening to Sang Ge's clamor and even tried to attack me. Shouldn't I have had her thrown out?" Jiang Wansang said calmly. "As for saying she's a concubine, isn't that the truth?"

"you……"

Jiang Zihan had never expected her to answer so matter-of-factly. His anger was overwhelming him. "You are a bastard of unknown origin. What qualifications do you have to say that my cousin is just a concubine's daughter?"

After shouting this, Jiang Zihan was stunned.

She just...

She must have been so angry that she said such a thing.

It was all Jiang Wansang's fault for going too far, causing her to say such insincere words in a hurry.

Jiang Zihan took a deep breath, suppressing the rage rising in his head. Just as he was about to open his mouth to accuse Jiang Wansang, the latter spoke first: "When I said Jiang Xiaodie was a concubine's daughter, I was scolding her. But when you keep calling me a bastard, are you praising me?"

"I was..."

"You're not going to say that you were so angry that you lost your mind and what you said was not true, right?" Jiang Wansang interrupted Jiang Zihan's chance to speak again, and said the excuse that the other party was about to say first.

This hit Jiang Zihan off guard and left him speechless for a moment.

Jiang Wansang laughed, not giving her a chance to respond. "Right, right, right. You said those words out of sheer rage. In your heart, you still consider me your sister."

After saying this, coupled with that sarcastic expression, no matter how Jiang Zihan explained that it was not what he meant, it would seem like quibbling.

For a moment, Jiang Zihan's red cheeks were distorted with anger.

This Jiang Wansang really relies on the support of the Grand Master of the Imperial Court, and has gone crazy to the point of losing all reason!

Jiang Wansang remained calm from beginning to end, but there was a sarcasm in her eyes that she couldn't hide, nor did she want to hide.

She was not interested in wasting time with this man who had a lot of luck but no brains, so she went straight into Tingsang Pavilion.

Jiang Zihan came to her senses and immediately tried to stop him, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was stopped by Lin Tong.

Jiang Zihan of course knew that Lin Tong was from the Imperial Master's Mansion. He suddenly felt a blockage in his heart, as if something of his had been stolen.

She knew that Lin Tong was just following orders, so she didn't make things difficult for him. "I want to get the invitation to the Zhao family's autumn banquet."

After the Autumn Banquet is over tomorrow, she will go to the Imperial Master's Mansion in person to make it clear that Jiang Wansang, this shrewd scholar, is learning from her, and she must not let the Imperial Master be fooled again!

Lin Tong still blocked her way but looked at Jiang Wansang, waiting for her instructions.

Perhaps he thought of something, Jiang Wansang paused, and then ordered Zheliu to get the invitation.

The Zhao family's invitation was for her and Jiang Zihan. It didn't matter who held the invitation, but Jiang Zihan couldn't be absent from tomorrow's autumn banquet.

Jiang Wansang stood at the door of Tingsang Pavilion, looking at her back as she left angrily with the invitation, with an inexplicable expression.

Zheliu always felt that her young lady's expression looked like she was planning something, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is the young lady thinking about?"

Jiang Wansang turned around and gently pinched the flesh on her face that had grown over the past two days. "Have a good sleep tonight. Tomorrow, the young lady will treat you to a big show."

Zheliu didn't understand what big drama she was talking about, but she vaguely felt that it should be related to the second young lady.

Her intuition told her that the second young lady was in trouble.

Zhe Liu suddenly felt a little excited, which caused her to not fall asleep all night and almost oversleep the next day.

Fortunately, the servants in Tingsang Pavilion are now very efficient and she doesn't have to do everything herself like before.

After everything was packed up, when Zhe Liu followed his young lady out, he happened to meet Jiang Zihan and Jiang Xiaodie who were also going out, riding in the same carriage.

Jiang Zihan was going to attend the Zhao family's autumn banquet, and Jiang Xiaodie was probably going with him.

It seems that he knew that going the Jiang Wansang route wouldn't work, so he went to Jiang Zihan.

Jiang Wansang glanced at the two of them and got directly into his carriage.

In some ways, these two people have a lot in common, so Jiang Wansang is not surprised at all that they can get together.

But none of the women around Jiang Zihan, the girl of destiny, had a good ending.

The carriages moved forward one after the other, swaying slowly as they arrived at the riverside in the suburbs.

The Zhao family’s autumn banquet was not held at the Zhao family’s house, but in a place full of maple trees.

Because it is right next to the river bank, many literati and scholars like to recite poems and write essays here, and many teahouses and restaurants have been built nearby.

Now that autumn has arrived, people often come to this small maple forest to have fun and gather.

When Jiang Wansang arrived, many people had already arrived to attend the Zhao family's autumn banquet.

Seeing the carriage from the prime minister's residence appear, many people gathered around with smiles on their faces.

But the person they greeted was not Jiang Wansang, who used to be greeted wherever she went, but Jiang Zihan, the real daughter of the prime minister.

This is the true face of the intertwined interests under power. Jiang Wansang was not surprised at all and did not care.

In this world where people are divided into different classes and power is supreme, she went from being the only legitimate daughter of the prime minister to an adopted daughter of unknown origin. It was considered a kindness that no one took advantage of her to flatter the powerful and bully the weak.

Jiang Wansang took Zheliu to find a corner, ready to wait for the right opportunity to perform a big show, but she didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to find her.

In the imperial city, where any disturbance would be watched by countless eyes, the commotion caused by Zhenxiu Pavilion some time ago naturally could not escape attention, and the news that Jiang Wansang saved the Imperial Master also spread.

Those who came around and greeted her were not only curious about whether the rumors were true or not, but also wanted to use this opportunity to establish a relationship with the National Master.

Jiang Wansang knew their purpose very well, but she didn't show it on her face.

Want to ask about her relationship with Pei Zhanzhou?

That’s right, just as the rumors said, she was the savior of the Imperial Master.

I want to ask if I can use her name to get in touch with Pei Zhanzhou?

Sorry, the wind was too strong and she couldn't understand what they were saying.

Jiang Wansang played Tai Chi with everyone with ease, and no news about Pei Zhanzhou leaked out, but a lot of information about the Prime Minister's Mansion leaked out.

What about the Second House often using her name to ask for money from the First House, what about Old Madam Jiang always making her copy books and kneel as punishment, what about her not having enough to eat or wear warm clothes these years, and occasionally having to endure the servants' sarcasm, and so on...

Jiang Wansang didn't say it explicitly, but just revealed a little information from time to time. When others asked, he would sigh and say a word or two, and occasionally he would deliberately leave some room for imagination.

No one doesn't love gossip, especially these young ladies who have been kept in seclusion all day and are at an age where they are curious about everything.

After a while, everyone's attention shifted from the Imperial Master to the gossip in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The noise of the group's conversation was quite loud, and could even be heard clearly in the rooms on the second floor of the teahouse next door.

The tightly closed window was gently pushed open a crack, and through the gap, one could just see someone sitting among a group of young ladies, sighing and groaning, with eyes as cunning as a fox.