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Murong Xuewei took out a black and red dress, "Wear this to the banquet today!"

Looking at the extremely flamboyant dress, Liuli said, "Miss, you're going to a birthday banquet today, isn't it inappropriate to dress like this?"

"Attending the birthday banquet was a pretense; the real purpose was to attend a trap."

Liuli nodded thoughtfully. "Miss Wen is the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Wen. Perhaps this really is a trap. Would you like me to bring the sword with you, Miss?"

Murong Xuewei paused for a moment, then smiled at Liuli's serious expression. "Liuli, these high-society banquets aren't fought openly with swords and spears; they're all about underhanded tactics."

"Then I'll take a younger one with me, just in case." With that, Liuli ran back to her room and grabbed a small dagger, hiding it in her shoe.

Liuli then took out an even more exquisite dagger and hid it in Murong Xuewei's sock.

"I don't need it!"

Liuli forcefully put it away, saying, "Yes, yes, there are so many people at the banquet. What if I can't beat them all?"

Murong Xuewei said helplessly, "If I can't even beat you, how could I possibly beat you?"

Liuli thought for a moment, "It seems like we can't beat them, but Madam, you can run away! Take this for self-defense."

In the end, Murong Xuewei couldn't persuade Liuli otherwise, and could only let Liuli hide the dagger in her shoe.

When Murong Xuewei and Liuli stepped into the gates of the Prince's Mansion, the banquet was about to begin.

The courtyard was brightly lit, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and the fragrance of fine clothes.

Murong Xuewei was dressed in a striking black and red dress, attracting the attention of almost everyone present.

"Madam," Liuli whispered a reminder, "we must be careful."

Murong Xuewei nodded slightly and replied softly, "Mm."

As soon as the two reached the entrance of the banquet hall, they heard a sharp sound.

"Oh, isn't this General Gu's wife? What, General Gu didn't come with you?"

Murong Xuewei turned around and saw a young woman in a light green dress looking at her with a hint of disdain. Murong Xuewei looked her over carefully and recognized her as Zhao Qingqing, the eldest daughter of Minister Zhao.

“Miss Zhao,” Murong Xuewei replied calmly, “General Gu is too busy with official duties to attend.”

Zhao Qingqing sneered, "Is that so? I think it's probably because General Gu doesn't want to bring his wife, who comes from such a humble background, to this kind of occasion?"

Upon hearing this, Liuli was instantly enraged and was about to step forward to argue when Murong Xuewei gently tugged at her sleeve.

"Miss Zhao seems to know so much about our marital affairs," Murong Xuewei said calmly, "could she be secretly spying on us?"

Zhao Qingqing immediately denied it, "Am I wrong? Everyone knows you're just a country girl who climbed up to General Gu's coattails by taking advantage of a life-saving grace. In the end, are you even worthy of General Gu?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding guests stopped talking and all turned their gazes to Murong Xuewei. A tense atmosphere filled the air.

Liuli was so angry that her face turned red, and she even gripped the dagger in her hand, but Murong Xuewei held her down firmly.

"Miss Zhao, I address you respectfully because your father and Gu Ye serve in the same court," Murong Xuewei's voice gradually gained an air of authority. "If I remember correctly, your father was once a countryman. He rose to his current position as Vice Minister by marrying the eldest daughter of Minister Qin, and through Minister Qin's connections. However, less than three months after becoming Vice Minister, his first wife died suddenly, and he immediately brought your mother, who was originally a concubine, back to the mansion and made her his legal wife."

After hearing what Murong Xuewei said, Zhao Qingqing rushed towards Murong Xuewei, ready to fight her to the death, but was stopped by Liuli.

"You're talking nonsense. My father and mother are not like that at all."

"That's not it. Did you rise to power by leveraging your wife's family background? Or was it not a mistress who was promoted to the position of wife?" Murong Xuewei stared sharply at Zhao Qingqing.

Those attending the banquet today are all prominent young ladies and gentlemen from well-known families in the capital.

As Minister Qin retired and returned to his hometown, fewer and fewer people knew about Zhao Qingqing's family's affairs.

Now that Murong Xuewei has suddenly brought it up, many young masters and ladies are looking at Zhao Qingqing with questioning eyes.

“No, it’s not like that,” Zhao Qingqing explained forcefully.

"I remember that the first wife had a daughter, who should be about the same age as Miss Zhao. I wonder if she came today." Murong Xuewei continued to press her advantage.

Many people present initially questioned Murong Xuewei's words, but when Murong Xuewei mentioned that the Zhao family had another daughter, many people remembered the second young lady of the Zhao family.

According to the Zhao family, this second young lady was born to a maid who slept with her. Moreover, the second young lady was frail and sickly from a young age and rarely came out to see people. Now it seems there are other tricks involved!

Zhao Qingqing is now filled with regret. Why did she have to provoke Murong Xuewei, such a powerful figure?

These things about the Zhao family had already been over for fifteen years. Those who knew about them were either no longer in the capital or were on good terms with the Zhao family, so these matters would never be brought up again.

Now that Murong Xuewei brought it up in front of so many people, the Zhao family will likely find it difficult to move an inch in the capital.

How could Murong Xuewei, a country girl, know these things, and even know that the little bitch was born to that damned first wife?

Murong Xuewei suddenly changed the subject, looking at Zhao Qingqing with a faint smile on her face, "Miss Zhao, shall we continue to discuss the issue of whether we are a good match?"

Zhao Qingqing was immediately embarrassed by what she was said. She was furious and about to say something when a gentle voice suddenly interrupted.

"Madam Murong, today is my birthday. Everyone is here to celebrate. Why argue over such trivial matters?"

Everyone turned around and saw a young woman in a light blue dress walking slowly towards them. The hem of the dress was decorated with tiny golden lotuses outlined in gold thread, which rose and fell with her movements, appearing lifelike in the sunlight. She had a smile on her face and her demeanor was elegant. She was none other than Wen Ruoxin, the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Wen.

Beside her was a woman in a bright red dress, whose resentful gaze was fixed on Murong Xuewei from the moment she appeared.

“A vulgar person is vulgar; they only focus on trivial matters.”

Seeing this, Zhao Qingqing could only glare fiercely at Murong Xuewei and step aside.

Wen Ruoxin walked up to Murong Xuewei and said warmly, "Madam Murong, welcome to my birthday banquet. Please come in, the banquet is about to begin."

Murong Xuewei presented Wen Ruoxin with a pair of jade hairpins, giving her a slight bow. "Miss Wen, happy birthday. This is just a small token of my appreciation."