The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

After saying that, she paused and glanced at Lin Zhiyi sharply, as if she wanted to see through him.

"Although you and I call each other sisters, since we have entered this palace, we are all sisters, without distinction of closeness or distance. Concubine Yu usually behaves in the same way, and you should do the same. Have you remembered it clearly?"

Yun Shang's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Lin Zhiyi's heart.

Faced with such questioning, Lin Zhiyi clenched his teeth tightly, his face flushed red, but he refused to utter a word.

Seeing this, Yun Shang nonchalantly tapped the back of the chair behind her, her tone becoming increasingly stern. "Everyone says my sister is well-educated and a role model for noble ladies in the capital. But seeing her today, I can see she's nothing special. Even the most basic etiquette is so awkward."

"It seems that I will have to trouble Concubine Yu to help me teach her some rules and etiquette in the future."

Lin Zhiyi suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze filled with resentment and anger. She stared at Yun Shang intently and said through gritted teeth, "Don't bother Concubine Yu. I naturally know the rules of this mansion and have memorized them!"

After saying that, she pursed her lips tightly, the hatred in her eyes not diminishing at all.

When Yun Shang heard this, she snorted in contempt, then leaned back slightly, looking extremely relaxed and at ease.

She said slowly, "In that case, let's serve tea quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qinghuan hurried out of the house, holding an exquisite tea tray steadily in his hands.

Qinghuan walked closer, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a barely noticeable smile.

With undisguised provocation in her eyes, she looked straight at Lin Zhiyi, "Concubine Lin, please serve tea to the princess."

At the end, he added a seemingly caring but actually sarcastic remark: "The tea is a bit hot, please be careful."

Lin Zhiyi glanced at Qinghuan suspiciously, wondering what the master and servant were planning.

But she had no time to think at the moment, so she could only bite the bullet and slowly stretch out her hand, carefully reaching towards the teacup.

The moment her fingertips touched the wall of the cup, a burning sensation instantly spread throughout her body. She couldn't help but scream and subconsciously loosened her hand. The white jade teacup slipped out of her hand and fell heavily to the ground, breaking into pieces in an instant.

At the same time, Qinghuan, who was standing aside, obviously did not expect such a situation to happen. Although she had made a dodging move, a few drops of boiling hot tea still splashed onto her shoes and socks.

Qinghuan's face paled instantly, her expression changing from elation to anger. She looked at Lin Zhiyi and said loudly, "Concubine Lin, if you don't want to offer tea to the princess, you can just say so. Why bother deliberately making things difficult for a mere servant like me?"

"Or did you deliberately not want to offer tea to the princess, so you knocked over the teacup?"

"Why can Concubine Yu serve the same tea, but you can't?"

Yu Ruyi sat quietly aside, her lively eyes as clear as autumn water, and she first slowly moved around everyone. When her gaze touched the faint smile at the corner of Yun Shang's mouth, her heart couldn't help but move slightly.

Then his eyes met Zhao Qiyan's cold eyes, and he seemed to have seen something in an instant.

So, she understood and fell silent, sat down quietly, and continued to focus her attention on Lin Zhiyi who was performing.

At this moment, Lin Zhiyi was staring at her red-hot fingertips, her brow furrowed in pain. The grievance and anger in her heart surged like a tide, and she desperately wanted to tell Zhao Qiyan the truth and file a complaint.

I saw her eyes gradually turning red, with crystal tears swirling in them, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, so pitiful.

She raised her head and looked at Zhao Qiyan with a sad look in her eyes, and softly opened her red lips: "Prince~~, your concubine..."

However, before she could finish her words, she was abruptly interrupted by Zhao Qiyan's sudden voice.

Zhao Qiyan casually glanced at the tea that was spilled on the ground and still emitting wisps of hot steam. He knew everything that had just happened clearly in his mind and naturally understood that Qinghuan had done it on purpose.

But surprisingly, he acted as if he knew nothing about it, and said calmly, "It's okay. Since you can't hold it steady, Qinghuan, go and pour another glass."

Hearing this, Qinghuan, who was standing aside, couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled secretly.

She quickly lowered her head to hide the smug look on her face and replied softly, "Yes."

Then he walked lightly into the inner room again to pour more tea.

Not long after, Qinghuan came out holding a jade-white teacup steadily in her hands.

She walked lightly and came in front of everyone. She bowed slightly to Concubine Lin and gently reminded her, "Concubine Lin, you must be careful! These white jade tea cups were brought as a dowry from her parents' home when the princess got married. There is only one pair in the entire palace, and they are very precious! You accidentally broke one before, so you must not drop it again this time!"

After hearing this, Lin Zhiyi's eyes immediately fell on the teacup that was steaming.

She bit her lip, a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

She stretched out her hands and carefully grasped the base and edge of the teacup, her movements slow and gentle, as if what she was holding in her hands was not an ordinary tea set, but a priceless rare treasure.

In this way, Lin Zhiyi walked slowly towards Yun Shang who was sitting in the upper seat, step by step.

She was extremely careful with every step she took, fearing that the tea in the cup would spill or break.

Finally, she walked up to Yun Shang, then slowly bent down, bowed respectfully, and said softly, "Princess, please have some tea."

However, at this moment, Yun Shang sat there quietly like a sculpture, not moving at all, and had no intention of reaching out to take the teacup.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi couldn't help but feel anxious. She couldn't help but urge again, "Please give the princess some tea."

However, no matter how she called, Yun Shang remained motionless, not even lifting her eyelids.

Seeing the situation at a stalemate, Lin Zhiyi could no longer suppress her inner anger. She stood up, looked directly at Yun Shang, and said indignantly, "Sister, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"

"Thinking back, it was clearly my elder sister who snatched away the marriage that originally belonged to me. But now, I, your younger sister, have still married into the Prince Qi's mansion. Could it be that my arrival has made your elder sister so unhappy?"