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Now that Wang Ruofu's mood had calmed down a bit, she agreed to Wu Da Niangzi's request and promised to take Minglan to the flower festival the next day. When this news reached Molan's ears, it was like hot oil being poured on her heart, making her as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Seeing this, Lin Qinshuang had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to find Sheng Hong to mediate.

Night fell quietly, and the lanterns were lit. Sheng Hong and Wang Ruofu were preparing to retire for the night. Sheng Hong looked up, noticing Wang Ruofu's expression, before slowly speaking. He softly asked Wang Ruofu how she had replied to Madam Wu. Wang Ruofu sighed softly and said, "Rulan unfortunately caught a cold, and Madam Wu specifically requested that Minglan go." Upon hearing this, Sheng Hong frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "As the head of the household, you should treat all the young ladies equally. If they want to go, they should all go; if they don't want to go, then none of them should go." Sheng Hong's words were unhurried yet reasonable. Wang Ruofu felt that there was indeed some truth to it, but she looked troubled and said, "But I've already told Madam Wu that Minglan is going, so how can I change it?" Sheng Hong almost blurted out, "Why not take Molan along?" Upon hearing this, Wang Ruofu was furious. No wonder she came here! So I rejected it without even thinking about it.

The next morning, as the first rays of dawn appeared, Mo Lan paced back and forth outside Sheng Minglan's courtyard, looking as if she were troubled by something. Minglan, who had just stepped out of her room, witnessed this. Upon seeing Minglan, a flash of resentment crossed Mo Lan's eyes. Before she could finish her sentence, she launched into a sarcastic remark: "Oh, look at how you're dressed, sister! So flamboyant! Are you perhaps thinking of seducing some man?" Minglan, her expression unchanged, calmly retorted, "Sister, that's a strange thing to say. I'm just dressed casually; how has that become what you describe? And you, sister, pacing outside my courtyard so early in the morning—what's your purpose?" Mo Lan was speechless for a moment, her face flushing red, unable to utter a reply.

Time slipped by quietly, and dusk fell, but Minglan still hadn't returned. Molan paced back and forth in her room, muttering curses under her breath; she looked as if she were about to throw a tantrum. Just then, Madam Zhou hurried in, curtsied, and reported, "Miss, Madam and Miss Minglan have returned. They want you to pay your respects to Old Madam Sheng." Molan, upon hearing this, was filled with reluctance, muttering, "I'm not going!" Lin Qinshuang, however, earnestly advised, "You must go, and you must appear calm and collected, lest others laugh at you."

Helpless, Mo Lan could only straighten her clothes and reluctantly head to Shou'an Hall. Upon arriving, she saw Wang Ruofu excitedly boasting about the grandeur of the day's flower festival. Minglan took out a bracelet given to her by Madam Wu and handed one to Ru Lan, then said with a smile, "I also have a hairpin; I was thinking of giving it to Sister Mo Lan." Mo Lan, without a second thought, coldly refused, "No need, I don't want it." Seeing this, Minglan deliberately tried to annoy Mo Lan, continuing, "You saw quite a few young masters and noblemen at the flower festival today. Sister, you should learn from Madam Wu in the future." Mo Lan's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. She glanced at Minglan, then hastily excused herself and left without another word.

Grandma Sheng witnessed the confrontation between Minglan and Molan, concluding that Molan was deliberately making things difficult for Minglan. After Molan left, Grandma Sheng spoke slowly, looking at Minglan with affection, and tried to match her with He Hongwen: "Minglan, I think that boy from the He family is of good character and a good match for you. You might want to think about it carefully."

Minglan nodded slightly and softly replied to Old Madam Sheng, "Grandmother, your granddaughter will consider it carefully." Then, she turned and took an exquisite box from a maid beside her, handing it to Rulan with a smile, "Sister Rulan, this is osmanthus oil that I specially found for you. I've heard it has a pleasant fragrance; why don't you try it?" Rulan's eyes lit up, and she happily accepted it, smiling as she said, "My sister is so thoughtful, knowing I like these things." Wang Ruofu watched Molan storm off, a slight smile playing on her lips, secretly thinking, "Hmph, this is going to be interesting. Let's see how that Lin Xiaoniang and Molan handle this."

Mo Lan returned to her room, growing angrier with each passing thought. Her pent-up resentment had nowhere to go. Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, and with a swift movement, the objects on the table crashed to the floor. Just then, Dan Ju, Ming Lan's maid, entered carrying a bundle of furs, saying softly, "Miss Mo Lan, my young lady has brought you some furs." Upon seeing this, Mo Lan's anger flared even more. Without a word, she threw the bundle of furs to the ground. A quick-witted maid beside her, understanding the situation, stepped forward and tossed the furs into the courtyard. Dan Ju, her face flushed with rage, shouted, "What are you doing? My young lady kindly brought these things; how can you be so rude!" The maid retorted, "Our young lady doesn't want anything you bring. Get out of here!" The two women began arguing. Hearing the commotion, Mo Lan was furious and shouted, "Sell this damned servant girl away! How dare she talk back to me! Let's see if she dares to cause trouble here again!" Dan Ju, however, was fearless. She straightened her back and said loudly, "I came from the old lady's room. You dare to sell me? If the old lady finds out, let's see how you explain yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan became even more enraged. She rushed forward and slapped Dan Ju across the face. Then, she turned and stormed off towards Ming Lan's courtyard. Seeing Mo Lan's angry face and her aggressive entrance, Ming Lan knew Mo Lan had come with ill intentions and quickly said, "Sister Mo Lan, don't be angry. I'll have Madam Wu send you invitations from now on." This was meant to be a comforting remark, but it only further enraged Mo Lan.

Mo Lan's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast enraged. She lunged at Ming Lan without hesitation, and the two instantly began to wrestle. A series of crashing sounds followed as teacups fell from the table and shattered on the floor. In the chaos, Mo Lan grabbed a shard of shard and slashed at Ming Lan's face. Ming Lan screamed in pain as a bloody gash appeared on her face. Fortunately, Wang Ruofu arrived just then and shouted, "What are you doing! This is outrageous!" This stopped the fight. Seeing this, Xiao Tao rushed forward, lovingly helping Ming Lan up and taking her inside to apply medicine.

Wang Ruofu, seeing Mo Lan's angry face, was about to give her a stern lecture when Lin Qinshuang rushed over. Her face showed a mixture of anxiety and forced composure, and her quick wit rattled off, "Madam, what's going on? My Mo Lan is always so well-mannered; there must be some misunderstanding. You can't just blame her based on hearsay!" Wang Ruofu, angered by her outburst, turned ashen-faced and was speechless. Just then, Granny Fang arrived and, seeing the situation, quickly stepped forward to advise, "Madam, please calm down. Don't upset yourself. Granny Liu, help Madam to rest." Lin Qinshuang and Mo Lan couldn't help but smugly smile at this. However, Granny Fang then added, "You two stay in the old lady's room and wait for questioning."

Not long after, Sheng Hong returned to the manor. Upon hearing the news, he first went to look at Minglan's face. Seeing the bloody gash, he felt a pang of heartache. Then, he summoned everyone to the hall.

Mo Lan knelt on the ground with a thud, her eyes red and brimming with tears as she pleaded, "Father, Grandmother, I really didn't mean to scratch Minglan's face! It was just a sudden thing, and I had no choice." Minglan, who was already frail, now looked even more pitiful, tears welling up in her eyes, making her look so delicate and heartbreaking.

Seeing this, Mo Lan bit her lip and said urgently, "Father, Grandmother, it was Ming Lan who uttered those vile words, calling Mother a vile 'little whore.' I was so angry that I acted impulsively and hit her." Upon hearing this, Ming Lan was both shocked and angry. She immediately knelt down with a thud and said in a trembling voice, "Father, Grandmother, I swear to God, those vile words were clearly spoken by Sister Mo Lan who was chasing after me and cursing me! How could I have said such vicious words?"

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events, exchanging words and refusing to back down, creating a chaotic scene. Old Madam Sheng frowned, her face showing displeasure, and quickly intervened, saying, "Shut up! What kind of behavior is this! Minglan, continue." Minglan, slightly sobbing, composed herself and said, "Perhaps it's because a few days ago, I accidentally dirtied Sister Molan's dress with mud, and she's been holding a grudge ever since. But the situation was urgent, there were only men around, and Sister Molan's behavior was somewhat inappropriate. I was truly thinking of her reputation, which is why I accidentally dirtied her dress. I frankly admit today that I did it intentionally, but I have no regrets."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan's eyes widened, and she said angrily, "You are clearly trying to humiliate me on purpose!"

After listening to their conversation, Old Madam Sheng pondered for a moment, then ordered someone to step forward and open Sheng Molan's hand. Sure enough, there was a mark left by a shard of porcelain in her palm. Upon seeing this, the old lady's face grew even more gloomy. Without saying a word, she got up and left.

Sheng Hong felt a surge of annoyance at the scene before him. He waved his hand, signaling Minglan to rise, then turned a cold gaze to Molan and sternly ordered, "Guards! Give her twenty strokes of the cane, then lock her in the ancestral hall to reflect on her actions!" The servants immediately carried out the order. Molan cried out in pain, but could only obediently accept her punishment.

After everyone had left, Danju tenderly helped Minglan back to her room, carefully applying medicine to the wound on her face. Xiaotao chattered excitedly about what she had learned: "Miss, you don't know, do you? These past few days I've met some maids from noble families, and after asking around, I finally figured it out. Apparently, Liang Han got the maid Chunke pregnant, and Chunke, being clever, immediately spread the news. Everyone in the Earl's mansion knows about it and is clamoring for Liang Han to marry her. Madam Wu disagrees, and Liang Han can't handle the mess himself. Madam Wu heard from somewhere that you're exceptionally intelligent, so she's planning to marry you to help clean up Liang Han's mess in the backyard. That's why she's condescended to come to you." Minglan listened, understanding dawning on her, and nodded thoughtfully.