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Tianxianglou, the largest teahouse in Shengjing, is shrouded in mist and filled with noise.

"Is that the lady on the left the Grand Secretary's newlywed wife?"

"The one on the right is the Crown Prince's new wife."

"Rumor has it that the two ladies are at odds and fight whenever they meet. Keep your distance so you don't accidentally hurt each other."

Following the crowd's gaze, the open window on the second floor revealed the faces of two stunningly beautiful women.

One is charming and passionate, the other is aloof and picturesque.

"I thought it was someone else." Sang Luan crossed her arms, looking arrogant, and scanned Meng You Ning from head to toe with obvious disdain. "So it's the Crown Princess!"

Meng Youning snorted coldly, "Knowing this, why don't you back off quickly?"

"Back off?" Sang Luan clicked her tongue, as if she had heard a joke. "My husband is the Grand Secretary of the current dynasty. You are just a spoiled young master's wife. How dare you be so insolent in front of me?"

Sang Luan pushed him away, her expression contemptuous, "You're the one who should be blocking my way!"

"boom"

Meng Youning collapsed to the ground, causing the crowd below to gasp in shock.

This isn't just a matter of not getting along; it's clearly a matter of life and death.

Meng Youning's delicate, fair skin was scraped and bruised, with a mix of blue and red marks. Paired with her eyes misty with tears, she looked utterly pitiful.

Despite this, no one dared to step forward and help the person up.

"Sang Luan, you just wait, the young master will definitely not let you off."

Meng Youning struggled to her feet, lifting her skirt with one hand and covering her mouth with the other as she ran away.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Sang Luan, with a cold expression, cautiously looked around to make sure no one was watching before turning and disappearing into a private room.

Half a month ago, Sang Luan transmigrated into this tragic novel called "After the Disappearance of the Delicate Beauty, She Became the Prime Minister's White Moonlight" and became a cannon fodder female supporting character in the book.

She thought the future was bleak, but unexpectedly, at a palace banquet, she and her best friend recognized each other through their unique code words and subtle gestures.

The current plot point is that the original owner threatened suicide with her family and successfully married Feng Hengzhi, the Grand Secretary of the court.

Under pressure and coercion from her parents, Meng Youning married Prince Qi Ran.

In order to stay true to the plot, the two of them started fighting fiercely as soon as they met.

Sang Luan composed herself, and as soon as she turned around, she was met with a familiar face.

She suddenly stood up, took a step to Meng Youning's side, and pulled her to look her over. "Ningning, my dear Ningning, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

She would pinch Meng Youning's shoulder for a moment, then turn around and pinch Meng Youning's thigh, acting more like a lackey than a sycophant.

Sang Luan's gaze fell on Meng Youning's right wrist, where a bright red mark stood out.

She quickly blew on it, looking distressed. "Oh dear, my poor Ningning, her skin is all broken."

Meng Youning withdrew her hand. "Okay, I'm fine. If you keep blowing on it, it will heal."

Sang Luan chuckled, reached out and took Meng Youning's arm, pressing herself against her with a boneless limpness, "We two are truly best friends, even transmigrating into books together!"

Meng Youning reached out and supported Sang Luan's head, pushing it outwards with her hands.

She moved, and Sang Luan moved along with her.

Meng Youning sat upright to the side, leisurely picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip, letting Sang Luan sway like a koala.

She coughed lightly, "You look like you've never seen anything like this before."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Luan glanced at her, her narrow eyes lifting slightly at the corners of her eyes as she moved. "You've seen her before?"

She and Meng Youning had known each other for over ten years, and they knew each other's character all too well.

Meng Youning's body went limp, and she fell backward. She turned her head and looked at Sang Luan, then chuckled, "I don't have any either."

She reached out and rubbed her slightly sore shoulders. "Being a lady from a wealthy family is really not easy. It's exhausting."

Sang Luan felt the same way. The two of them sighed at the same time and leaned towards each other, their heads immediately touching.

“What do we do now?” Sang Luan sat up abruptly. “According to the novel, Feng Hengzhi and Qi Ran’s white moonlight will be resurrected in a year. At that time, one of us will be given a white silk ribbon, and the other will be forcibly given a deadly poison.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Luan couldn't help but reach out and touch her still intact neck.

This way of dying is truly inhumane!

"They really don't leave us any way out at all." Sang Luan curled her lips. "If you ask me, wouldn't it be better to just empty their coffers, make money and run away, go into hiding and find ten or eight handsome men? That would be better than watching those two go crazy in front of them every day?"

Feng Hengzhi suffered from a long-term loss of appetite, which led to his irritable and easily angered personality. He would go berserk if his sore spot was touched, and he would be like a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment.

When she goes berserk, she smashes things wildly, making so much noise that Sang Luan sometimes can't sleep well.

“Logically, there’s nothing wrong with it.” Meng Youning leaned halfway on the table. “But the problem is that we’re both in a bad situation in the manor right now. Is Feng Hengzhi willing to hand over the manor’s financial power to you?”

After saying that, Sang Luan fell silent, then shook her head with a bitter expression, "I don't want to."

“Qi Ran is unwilling too.” Meng Youning reached out and scratched her hair, feeling inexplicably irritated.

“I know you love these pine nut and lily bulb pastries.” Meng Youning’s gaze fell on a plate of pastries in front of her. She picked up a piece and handed it to Sang Luan. “Here, eat up. I ordered it especially for you.”

Sang Luan reached out and took it, putting it in her mouth. The aroma of pine nuts and lilies mingled together, spreading endlessly throughout her mouth.

It tastes great, definitely not comparable to modern food made with shortcuts.

A pleasant smile curved her lips, her long, narrow eyes were slightly upturned, and her gaze was exceptionally captivating.

"The most important thing right now is to seize control of the finances." Sang Luan ate three pine nut and lily pastries in a row. "Have you seen Qi Ran since the palace banquet?"

Meng Youning shook her head.

Sang Luan leaned forward slightly and parted her lips slightly. However, the next moment, a scream came from outside the building, and Sang Luan subconsciously reached out to cover her ears.

The two exchanged a glance; this scene seemed somewhat familiar.

Not sure, check again.

Sang Luan pushed open the window first, and Meng Youning followed. The two of them instantly had a clear view of the scene below.

Meng Youning's eyes lit up. "He's a handsome man!" She leaned forward to look.

Two sedan chairs were parked on one side outside, with two men standing opposite each other beside them. The area was already surrounded by a large crowd. Sang Luan narrowed her eyes slightly. Why did this figure look so familiar?

Meng Youning casually picked up a grape from the table, turned around and handed it to Sang Luan, gesturing with her chin, "This is an ancient handsome man, shouldn't we see what he looks like?"

The two chuckled, and then Sang Luan held her breath and threw the grape in her hand with all her might. Her aim was always excellent, and the grape hit one of the men's arms.

The man turned around and looked back.

Sang Luan's pupils suddenly contracted. How could it be Feng Hengzhi!

She quickly grabbed Meng Youning's hand and squatted down, saying, "The devil is here."