Reborn as the Regent's Beloved

Doesn't matter?

Under the dark night sky, in the Imperial Concubine's small garden, the wind carried Xiao Fengyi's words throughout the entire Leyuan Lake, causing the playboys to lose their composure, the noble ladies to pale, and Feng Mingjing to look displeased.

Shen Shi and Xiao Qingyin, who had been observing Xiao Fengyi without saying a word, also seemed to be watching a good show.

"Qingyin, she actually looks down on the Seventh Prince? Did you know that?"

Xiao Qingyin was already used to seeing her sister trying to distance herself from Feng Mingjing. "I know, that's why His Highness asked me to give the invitation to my sister as soon as possible."

Madam Shen glanced at the indignant man in the distance and laughed, "Interesting... Qingyin, perhaps you really are destined to be an empress."

Xiao Qingyin understood her mother's good intentions and knew that she was planning to bribe the Imperial Preceptor, but for now she was still focused on how Xiao Fengyi would be entangled with by Feng Mingjing.

In an attempt to curry favor with the Seventh Prince Feng Mingjing, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Yang questioned Xiao Fengyi, "Miss Xiao, the Seventh Prince said that you gave him the sachet, but you say that you didn't. Could it be that the Seventh Prince is lying?"

This illegitimate son went straight to the heart of the matter.

Xiao Fengyi claimed that the sachet was not a gift from her, which meant that the prince was lying. This offended not only Feng Mingjing, but also the hostess of the poetry gathering, the Imperial Concubine, who was the mother of the Seventh Prince.

While everyone was wondering how Xiao Fengyi would explain things to the Seventh Prince and the Imperial Concubine, Xiao Fengyi disregarded all formalities and coldly scoffed without any mercy.

"Hmph, Young Master Yang really knows how to curry favor with the Seventh Prince, he's even become his mouthpiece? That sachet wasn't originally mine, I don't know if the Seventh Prince was deceived into thinking it was a gift from me, could there be some misunderstanding?"

She knew that Feng Mingjing's sachet was stolen by Qian Shu, but she didn't expose him because she didn't want to ruin things now. She hoped that Feng Mingjing would consider her reputation and stop bothering her. Who knew that this man would be so shameless.

Amidst the cacophony of music in the night, he strode aggressively toward Xiao Fengyi, took out a sachet from his waist, and said with feigned affection, "This sachet is the one you gave me when I rescued you from the bandits. Fengyi, have you forgotten? You said you gave me this sachet as a token of your commitment to me."

Phoenix-shaped ornaments! Scented sachets! Used as tokens of love! To pledge myself to her!

Heaven knows how disgusted Xiao Fengyi felt when she heard Feng Mingjing say those words.

In her previous life, Xiao Fengyi might have succumbed to Feng Mingjing's domineering possessiveness, thinking it was a sign of his love for her. However, after a lifetime, she has come to her senses.

This is not love at all, but taming, a plundering that will stop at nothing to slander her.

Since the man has already accused her of lying, it's tantamount to silently tearing off the mask and making everyone doubt her character. Moreover, Xiao Fengyi discovered that she seemed to have no evidence to prove that the sachet in Feng Mingjing's hand was not hers.

As Xiao Fengyi faced the gazes of everyone around her, filled with disdain, suspicion, and contempt, she knew that Feng Mingjing's preemptive lies had made everyone disbelieve her.

He succeeded!

For her, it was either accept defeat or face Feng Mingjing head-on.

Weighing the two options, Xiao Fengyi didn't want to suffer the same frustration as in her previous life, so she decided to directly overturn Feng Mingjing's words.

"Seventh Prince, I didn't give you a sachet. Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

She was practically accusing the other person of lying.

At this time, many young noblemen and ladies questioned Xiao Fengyi.

Prince Xu went straight out and said, "Xiao Fengyi, you gave the sachet to the Seventh Prince yourself, why are you turning your back on it?"

Some noble ladies asked sarcastically, "Xiao Fengyi, are you saying that the Seventh Prince wronged you? So what if you have the destiny of a phoenix? The prince is of noble birth."

"I……"

Xiao Fengyi was in a tense state, her whole body was on edge, ready to fight back at any moment, but someone wouldn't let her speak.

"Who said my son is lying?"

The hostess of the poetry gathering, the Imperial Concubine, suddenly appeared under the moonlight of Leyuan Lake.

Upon seeing the elegant and noble Consort, who was unparalleled in the harem, Xiao Fengyi felt as if he had been transported to another world.

In her previous life, this woman tried every means to please her so that her son could ascend to the throne. Later, when Feng Mingjing became the crown prince and even ascended the throne, she used harsh words to make things difficult for her.

Poor thing, she thought Feng Mingjing loved her back then, so she compromised and tried every means to please her mother-in-law.

"Long live the Imperial Concubine..."

As Xiao Fengyi and everyone else by Leyuan Lake prostrated themselves before the Imperial Concubine, Feng Mingjing, her son, walked over and pleaded, "Mother, why did you take so long to arrive?"

She could feel the Consort's gaze lingering on her, as disdainful and clingy as a venomous snake. She also heard the other woman say, "Mingjing, I heard you say that you saved a girl, and that girl gave you a sachet as a token of your love. I've always wanted to see who that girl is and what she looks like."

The girl I like?

Xiao Fengyi, with her head down, pursed her lips and thought disdainfully, "This mother and son are really putting on this show."

When Feng Mingjing looked at Xiao Fengyi, he glanced at the distraught Xiao Qingyin and lied to the Consort, saying, "Mother, I don't know where I offended the girl who gave me the sachet. She's denying it."

Upon hearing this, all the spoiled young ladies kneeling by Leyuan Lake covered their mouths and burst into laughter.

Following Feng Mingjing's gaze, the Imperial Concubine looked at Xiao Fengyi, her withered fingers almost touching the tip of her nose. "The girl you mentioned wouldn't happen to be her, would it?"

Feng Mingjing took out a sachet and pointed at her, saying, "Mother, this is a sachet she gave me herself."

The Imperial Concubine snatched the sachet, then bent down to look at Xiao Fengyi, and soon pulled another sachet from her body.

Two sachets, one belonging to Feng Mingjing and the other to Xiao Fengyi, hung on her slender, delicate fingers. "Not only were the stitches identical on both sachets, but the patterns also complemented each other, and even the scent of the dried flowers was the same."

After she finished speaking, she even had the eunuchs and palace maids behind her examine her face.

After seeing the sachets, the eunuch surnamed Li glanced at Xiao Fengyi with disdain. "Your Highness has a good eye. These are indeed a pair of sachets. I just don't know why Miss Xiao won't admit that she gave them to His Highness?"

The Imperial Concubine threw the sachet in front of her, and said angrily, "Xiao Fengyi, what are you trying to do by playing tricks on my son?"

When Xiao Fengyi looked up and saw the smug and sinister look in the Consort's eyes, she understood everything.

She stood up abruptly.

"This sachet is not mine; it's a fabrication."

To avoid unnecessary trouble today, Xiao Fengyi did not bring a sachet at all.

The sachet in the Imperial Concubine's hand was something she conjured up herself through magic.

Shen, kneeling behind her, questioned, "Fengyi, how can you be so rude to the Imperial Concubine? Kneel down now!"

After giving the Imperial Concubine a respectful look, Xiao Qingyin also urged Xiao Fengyi, "Sister, please kneel down!"