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Ignoring the mother and daughter from the Zhao family putting on a show of affection, Liu Langyue sat next to Ye Yaoyao and asked her in a low voice.

"Cousin, there's something I don't understand. Why did you ask Zhao Qingrou about the green tea she was drinking?"

Ye Yaoyao raised an eyebrow and lowered her voice to answer:

"Green tea also has another meaning, which is to describe a person who pretends to be pitiful, harmless, and peaceful in front of others, but is actually cunning and ambitious than anyone else."

"My cousin is absolutely right, Zhao Qingrou is indeed that kind of person."

Liu Langyue gave Ye Yaoyao a thumbs up, saying that her cousin knew how to judge people.

"Oh! Little Yaoyao, so that's what you meant!"

Xin Chuli suddenly realized, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes.

"Something terrible has happened, someone is trying to commit suicide."

Suddenly, a man came running up in a panic, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with anxiety.

“Madam, Miss, there’s a woman over there who’s about to jump off a cliff. My friend is trying to dissuade her. Could you please help me? I’ll go find a master to come over.”

The man was dressed like a scholar, his forehead covered in sweat, and his hair was disheveled by the wind.

Seeing that there were many people here, he left a message and ran away.

"Who would be so suicidal in this sacred Buddhist site?"

"Let's go over and take a look."

A chorus of responses rose and fell from the crowd, and everyone quickened their pace.

The group searched in the direction the scholar had come from and found a girl dressed in old, pale yellow clothes standing on the edge of a cliff with her back to them.

She was thin and frail, and the wind made her clothes whistle as if she would be blown off the cliff at any moment.

Two scholars approached her and tried to persuade her, but the woman remained unmoved.

"My God! How dare she stand on the edge of a cliff? She would be smashed to pieces if she fell from that height."

"Hurry and bring her over, the wind is about to blow her away."

"Does anyone know her? Quickly call her over."

The group of people who had been called over started talking about it.

Upon seeing a group of people arrive, the scholar dressed in white came over and inquired:

"May I ask, ladies and gentlemen, does anyone recognize this young lady?"

A few of us were sketching and painting when we saw this girl walk to the edge of the cliff. She ignored everything we said.

The cliff edge is dangerous; please help persuade this young woman.

The scholar in white robes looked anxious, his voice urgent, and he bowed to the crowd to explain.

Everyone looked around, but no one recognized the woman.

Madam Xin quietly approached the girl and gently comforted her:

“Young lady, it’s dangerous at the edge of the cliff. You shouldn’t stand there. If there’s anything bothering you, tell us about it.”

The woman remained silent, but the strong wind made her sway a few times, and people around her screamed in terror.

The woman's eyes were vacant and lifeless as she stared blankly down the cliff, as if everything around her was irrelevant to her.

Seeing this, Madam Xin slowly approached her: "Young lady, you are so young, and many wonderful things await you in the future. Don't do anything foolish!"

“My mother is right, girl. There are many other beautiful sights to see in the world. Don’t just look at this cliff!”

Liu Langyue and Madam Xin stood on opposite sides, looking for an opportunity to pull the person over.

'What good things could she possibly have? She was hated from birth, saw no hope, no wonder she wanted to die.'

Ye Yaoyao already knew about what had happened to her.

[Poor girl, born into a family of meritorious officials, yet her life is worse than that of a servant!]

Which family with a distinguished history? They don't know this girl.

Seeing such a thin and frail figure, the Ye family sighed, wondering who could possibly know what was going on in the inner quarters of the household.

Perhaps sensing a hint of kindness from the stranger at that moment, the girl finally turned around.

Her cheeks were sunken, her skin was sallow, and her hair was dry and frizzy. Where was the youthful vitality that a sixteen-year-old girl should have?

"Hiss!" It looked like she had been mistreated, and many people were frightened by her appearance.

"She...she seems to be a maidservant of the Duchess of Cheng'en?"

"Yes, I saw Lady Chengen taking her up the mountain."

The woman looked at the Xin family mother and daughter, and stared blankly at Xin Chuli, who was dressed in bright clothes.

“Girl, come here. It’s too dangerous there. Think of the people who care about you.”

The woman's eyes were dark. She had originally wanted to find a secluded place to end her life, but she didn't expect there to be three scholars here, and now they had brought a group of people with them.

"Miss, are you Chen Ranran, the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Chengen's mansion?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Chen Ranran's lifeless eyes as she looked at Ye Yaoyao. Surprisingly, someone recognized her.

Chen Ranran remained silent, only nodding slowly.

She was Chen Ranran, the legitimate daughter of Duke Chengen Chen Yuanzhao. Her mother died in childbirth. In the Chen family, sons were the treasures, so she was not well received from birth.

Her maternal grandparents were even more snobbish. Seeing that she was a girl and that her mother had died giving birth to her, they treated her as a jinx and ignored her completely.

Her biological father didn't care, and her maternal grandparents didn't ask about her. If it weren't for the dowry nanny of Madam Chen raising her, she wouldn't have grown up to be this big.

Without her mother and with a reputation for bringing bad luck, even the servants could bully her.

"I have indeed heard that the Chen family has a legitimate daughter."

"Madam Chen raised her son so well, how did she raise her daughter like this?"

"You don't know this? Madam Chen is a second wife."

"Yes! The Duke of Chengen has a large number of wives and concubines. The current Madam Chen was promoted because she gave birth to a son."

"Then Madam Chen shouldn't mistreat her legitimate daughter!"

"The Chen family is a bit complicated. A mother can only gain favor by having a son. A legitimate daughter is not as good as a son born out of wedlock!"

Many people still know about the affairs of the Chengen family.

"Miss, could you come over here?"

The system told Ye Yaoyao that Chen Ranran wanted to die quietly, and with so many people around, she wouldn't jump.

Looking into Ye Yaoyao's bright eyes, Chen Ranran thought that she must be a girl who was loved by everyone in her family.

"Ranran, what are you doing there? Come here quickly, don't cause trouble for others."

A lady with exquisite makeup and dressed in brocade walked briskly over, followed by several monks.

Chen Ranran's eyes narrowed, and she moved her feet, causing the loose sand and mud to fall down the cliff, making her body sway precariously.

Ye Yaoyao glared at Madam Chen.

This person must be here to kill me!

The Xin family mother and daughter quickly grabbed at Chen Ranran. Madam Xin caught her and, using a rock as a springboard, nimbly used her light-footed skills to take her away.

Xin Chuli's shoulder was bumped, and she lost her balance and fell towards the edge of the cliff. Ye Li'an reacted quickly, grabbed Xin Chuli's wrist, and pulled her back forcefully.

"Oh my, that scared me to death." Xin Chuli patted her chest as she left the edge of the cliff.

"Brother Ye, thank you." She looked at Ye Lian with gratitude.

"Miss Xin, be more careful in the future." Ye Li'an released her.

"Xin Chuli, your skills are not up to par. Go back and practice properly."

Seeing that her daughter was alright, Madam Xin breathed a sigh of relief, though she spoke sternly.

"Yes, Mother," Xin Chuli replied with a smile.

Ye Li'an looked at the mother and daughter with surprise; they were different from the people of the Holy Capital.