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“Consort An,” Wei Jian suddenly spoke, his head bowed, “this is the Grand Secretary’s newlywed bride. She accompanied him to the palace banquet today, and she…”

Before she could finish speaking, Consort An exclaimed "Eh!" in a gentle tone, "I understand."

She walked slowly to Sang Luan, her red lips parted slightly, "You are the eldest daughter of Minister Sang's family, aren't you? I know you."

The threat in my heart vanished instantly, and my mood improved considerably.

She had assumed this woman was another vixen offered to the emperor by some minister.

"I suppose Sister Sang isn't in a hurry." Consort An exhaled a breath of turbid air, her posture elegant, and she swayed her slender waist as she circled around Sang Luan. "The maids around me are utterly useless, they have no strength in their hands, and this fan is only making me more and more irritable."

She paused, then glanced at Sang Luan casually. "They keep calling me 'noble lady,' but I have nothing to say to them. But I must say, I have a special connection with you, Sang Luan. Why don't you chat with me, and we can go to the banquet together later?"

"You may leave now," Consort An waved to Wei Jian and the others.

Wei Jian's gaze deepened slightly, but he remained motionless, his eyes filled with hesitation.

Consort An chuckled, a hint of displeasure already on her face. "What, is Lord Wei afraid that Sister Sang will be mistreated here with me?"

Sang Luan lowered her head slightly and said in a low voice, "His Majesty's safety is of utmost importance. You go first, and I will follow shortly."

Without further hesitation, Wei Jian clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Consort An, saying, "Then I will not disturb you any longer."

Immediately, he strode away.

Consort An subtly gave a wink to the maid beside her, who immediately understood and shoved the round fan in her hand into Sang Luan's hand, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss."

Sang Luan glanced down at the fan in her hand, then caught a glimpse of a pale yellow figure walking briskly forward. The maid beside her kindly reminded her, "The Noble Lady walks faster than the other concubines, and she is sensitive to heat, so you'd better hurry up and keep up."

Immediately afterwards, the group lowered their heads and quickly followed.

Based on her experience of watching so many palace dramas with Ningning, it's clear that she's being deliberately targeted.

She waved her fan. "But...that's all?"

Immediately, a bright smile spread across his face, and he followed closely behind.

If the person in front of her moves slowly, she moves slowly too; if the person in front of her moves quickly, she moves quickly too.

Sang Luan followed closely beside Consort An, her round fan swaying slightly in her hand.

A faint smile played in her eyes. This Consort An was deliberately moving fast and slow, and if she wasn't careful, she would bump into her. Then, the other woman could use her ignorance of the rules to make things difficult for her.

During her time at school, she won numerous awards in departmental and school competitions, making her a top contender in the school.

After graduation, he would jog with Meng Youning for two hours every day.

She can be seen at various marathon races.

She can easily run 30 kilometers, which would take others three hours or more, but she can finish in just two hours. Her endurance and speed control have long been developed.

Consort An's plan to use this to cause trouble for her is probably a miscalculation.

Until after a cup of tea.

Consort An walked quickly while observing Sang Luan's expression out of the corner of her eye.

No matter how fast or slow she walked, Sang Luan could perfectly control her speed, and the round fan was always only two fingers away from her.

Consort An narrowed her eyes, then suddenly stopped, her face showing great displeasure. She muttered under her breath, "I'm tired."

As soon as she finished speaking, the palace maid closest to Consort An jogged forward, lowered her eyes, supported herself with her hands on the ground, and half-prone on the ground, straightening her back.

Sang Luan's pupils widened slightly. "Is this even possible?"

The next moment, Consort An sat down without hesitation.

"If I remember correctly," Consort An glanced casually at Sang Luan, raised her delicate fingers to her eyes, and gently stroked her newly made long nails, "Your name is Sang Luan, right?"

"Yes." Sang Luan smiled slightly and immediately replied.

I wonder if Wei Jian has arrived at the Imperial Household Department yet, and whether he has successfully captured the assassin.

She lowered her eyes, concealing the thoughts within them.

“You are quite clever,” Consort An said slowly. “Unlike them, they always bump into me, and a few times they even ruined my newly made long nails.”

Consort An kept rambling on and on, wanting to continue, but Sang Luan had already lost the patience to continue dealing with her.

She frowned slightly, took a deep breath, lowered her eyes to look at Consort An, her eyelashes trembling slightly, just about to speak.

The next moment, a clear and familiar voice rang out.

"You, Sang Luan." Meng You Ning walked over arrogantly from a short distance away, her eyes full of arrogance. "I was wondering why you weren't at the banquet. So you were hiding here?"

She snorted coldly, "Don't think that just because you've hidden here, I'll let you off easily."

Her gaze suddenly fell on Consort An standing to the side, and she paused in her steps. "You must be Consort An. You Ning greets you. Back in the manor, even the young master said that His Majesty's favorite person right now is you, Consort An."

She looked at Consort An with a smile.

Consort An slowly straightened up, and upon hearing the other person's words, a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and chuckled softly, "You flatter me, Your Highness. It's just that His Majesty is a little more accommodating to me."

Despite saying that, the smugness in her eyes seemed about to spill out at any moment.

"You!" Meng Youning turned around abruptly, glaring fiercely at Sang Luan, pointing her finger at her, "It seems you didn't remember a single word I said to you before."

She waved her hand impatiently at Sang Luan, "Get out of here."

"How dare you!" Mu Xiang's eyes widened, and she roared, "You don't even bow to the Crown Princess?"

Sang Luan suddenly straightened up, clasped her hands together, and looked at him with a chilling gaze. "You're the one who dares to make me bow to Meng Youning. You'll have to wait until your next life."

She clenched her hands into fists and rubbed them together, then looked at Meng Youning with a smile, "I think you've forgotten what it felt like to get beaten up last time, haven't you?"

“How could you be so presumptuous in front of such a noble person?” Sang Luan said with utter disdain. “With a single finger from such a noble person, you could fall from heaven to hell. Your title as a mere princess consort is not even worth their attention.”

Sang Luan and Meng Youning stood facing each other, slowly turning around. Sang Luan even rolled up her sleeves, looking like they were about to fight.

The two stared intently at each other, their imposing presence evident, neither willing to yield.