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A disgruntled voice came from outside the door, causing the two people inside to look over.

Qi Ran was seen leaning lazily against the door frame with his arms crossed, his eyes overflowing with disdain.

"What did you say?" Jiang Zhuo glared at him fiercely.

"Mother, don't you understand what the palace banquet is for tonight?" Qi Ran exclaimed, quickly stepping forward and pulling Jiang Zhuo aside. "Bringing such a sickly person along, what if she accidentally coughs up blood at the banquet? Wouldn't that embarrass His Majesty?"

He made no attempt to avoid Meng Youning.

Meng Youning lowered her head, her eyes flickering slightly, and ran forward to hug Jiang Zhuo's arm. "Mother, after the doctor's treatment, Youning's health has improved somewhat. She just feels a little uncomfortable at night, but she can control it during the day."

Her eyes held a deep longing, and her doe-like eyes blinked so brightly that it was impossible to refuse them.

"Since you came to the manor, I haven't spent much time with you." Jiang Zhuo's expression softened considerably. She patted Meng Youning's hand. "I'll take care of things for you today. Go!"

He patiently added, "Before you set off, make sure the servants prepare everything that needs to be prepared; don't forget anything."

Meng Youning nodded with a charming smile.

Qi Ran's eyes turned cold as he stared blankly at Meng Youning. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Meng Youning's arm, and pulled her away.

Jiang Zhuo stretched out her hand, and Qi Ran turned around and left her with only one sentence, "You have to let her change into a nice outfit too."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

It wasn't until they reached a certain corner that Qi Ran finally let go of Meng Youning.

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, about to give Meng Youning a good talking-to, "I did promise you that you could use the title of Crown Princess in public from now on, but that doesn't mean you can..."

Meng Youning frowned slightly and gently rubbed her wrist. The area where her wrist had been restrained was now bright red, which looked particularly unsightly against her fair and delicate skin.

Looking up, her face was somewhat pale.

Meng Youning looked up, her eyes seemingly holding the stars and the sea, and her lips parted slightly, "What did you just say?"

Qi Ran's fierce expression suddenly softened.

He silently looked away, cleared his throat, and spoke in a much softer voice, "That doesn't mean you can make demands without restraint."

This woman is indeed quite good-looking.

"So that's what Young Master thinks of You Ning." Meng You Ning was taken aback, seemingly disappointed. She forced a smile. "If it really puts Young Master in such a difficult position, then You Ning won't go. You Ning can just stay in the manor and rest early."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the emotions in her eyes, and she immediately turned to leave.

Qi Ran couldn't help but click her tongue. Was it really that miserable?

It's just that I didn't attend the palace banquet.

It was one thing for him to agree to let Meng Youning use the identity of the Crown Princess, but it was another thing to let him bring her in front of everyone.

A flicker of struggle crossed his face as he quickly called out to Meng Youning, "Hey, just this once."

Meng Youning turned around abruptly, her eyes brightening slightly.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Qi Ran, her tone filled with undisguised excitement, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Qi Ran scoffed, his expression arrogant, and muttered under his breath, "So easily satisfied."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Meanwhile, inside the Grand Secretary's residence.

Feng Shinian left early in the morning, and Liu Wenxian also went to enjoy flowers and tea with the other noble ladies.

At noon, only Sang Luan and Feng Hengzhi remained in the mansion.

"Sigh," Sang Luan sighed heavily, holding bamboo chopsticks in her hand, having only picked up two grains of rice. She propped her head up with one hand.

Feng Hengzhi's eyelids twitched wildly. What kind of trouble was this woman up to now?

You can't hit them, and if you scold them, they'll only listen to what they want to hear.

He silently picked up his food with his chopsticks, eating quietly, intending to ignore the other person's movements.

Sang Luan glanced at him and saw that he was just eating.

She put down the bowl and chopsticks, folded her hands together, rested her head on them, and let out her first long sigh of the day.

Little brat, pretending not to hear.

Feng Hengzhi paused, then said coldly, "If she's not going to eat, then take her food away."

The moment the maidservant lifted her foot, Sang Luan glared at her, and the maidservant could only shrink back weakly and retreat silently.

The young mistress is really fierce.

Sang Luan nodded her head against the back of her hand, and sighed again.

Feng Hengzhi suddenly looked up, his deep, dark eyes staring straight at Sang Luan. "What's wrong with you now?"

Sang Luan's eyes lit up, and she finally spoke.

She said dejectedly, "Well, it's nothing really. I just overheard today that the wives of other ministers can go to fun places every day."

“But I’m stuck in the manor all day, it’s so boring.” Sang Luan said, drooping her head. “If there were a banquet where I could go, it would be nice to experience the atmosphere.”

"Which of the following arts are you skilled in: playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting?"

"I don't know how."

"You can write poetry?"

“I can recite poems.” Sang Luan instantly became obedient, sat up straight, and looked like she had just been called on in class. She raised her right hand with a very proud expression.

Feng Hengzhi scooped up a spoonful of the freshly made pork hock soup. "So, what can you make?"

“I will eat it,” Sang Luan replied matter-of-factly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she clearly saw Feng Hengzhi's lips twitch slightly.

What do you mean? Are you looking down on foodies?

She suddenly became interested and earnestly explained to Feng Hengzhi, "Knowing how to eat is very important, okay? The cooks work hard to make a lot of dishes, but if no one knows how to taste them, they will feel very bad."

"And me too." Sang Luan closed her eyes and clutched her chest. "If I can't eat delicious food, I'll be sad too."

Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Feng Hengzhi with a smile, "So, Brother Hengzhi, is there a place where Luan'er can eat lots of delicious food and have a lively time?"

Feng Hengzhi's expression suddenly turned cold, his eyes narrowed, and he stood up, looking down at her. "Where did you find out there was a palace banquet tonight?"

It's a certainty, not a question.

As expected of Feng Hengzhi, his mind is indeed meticulous.

Sang Luan suppressed her emotions, slowly raised her head, and exclaimed with delight, "Ah? There's a palace banquet tonight, what a coincidence!"

"You really don't know?" Feng Hengzhi's tone was extremely dangerous.

Sang Luan shook her head, looking completely bewildered. "I don't know."

"You can attend the palace banquet tonight, but you must agree to two conditions," Feng Hengzhi said calmly. "First, you are not allowed to mention our relationship after you leave. And after this banquet, you are not allowed to bother me for at least three days, no, half a month."