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"Has Sang Luan always been this reckless and unruly?"

A look of confusion flashed across Consort An's face.

A palace maid leaned closer and whispered a few words in her ear, and Consort An immediately understood.

Meng Youning's eyes seemed to spit fire as she glared at Sang Luan through gritted teeth. "Don't think I'll be afraid of you just because I'm not well. You dare to say that my status as the Crown Prince's wife isn't enough? Do you think your status as the Prime Minister's wife is enough?"

She paused, turned to look at Consort An with a charming smile, and then turned her head again. "Consort An, with just one word, you are the wife of the Grand Secretary today, and you can be begging on the streets tomorrow. To put it bluntly, no matter how capable your husband is, can he be greater than the Emperor? Can he be greater than the Consort who is so beloved by the Emperor?"

Consort An initially found the conversation interesting, but gradually, she began to feel increasingly uneasy.

One is the wife of the Grand Secretary, and the other is the wife of the Crown Prince. If she is unhappy, she can use some underhanded means to make the other party suffer a little loss.

But only there.

"You two shouldn't say such things carelessly. It wouldn't be good if someone overheard it." She said with a forced smile, "Besides, I... don't have that much ability."

As a concubine, she should not have been involved in court affairs, especially since Feng Hengzhi was a favorite of the emperor.

Not to mention Qi Ran, who is a genuine member of the royal family. If she could affect the status of those two with just a few words, what would she be?

"You have it!"

"You have it!"

The two turned around at the same time and nodded solemnly.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them started grappling and fighting.

With her back to Consort An, Meng You gave Sang Luan a wink, and Sang Luan immediately understood.

The two men moved toward Consort An while cursing each other.

Consort An's pupils widened suddenly, and she took several steps back. Her heart pounded wildly, and she instantly lost all interest in watching the show.

She patted her chest and turned to the palace maid beside her, asking, "What's going on between these two?"

"This servant is not very clear either, but I have heard from the rumors that these two seem to dislike each other."

Consort An's eyelids twitched, and she took several steps back, a look of panic flashing across her face.

Suddenly, she stumbled, and a palace maid nearby quickly caught her.

In the chaos, Consort An quickly grabbed the arm of a palace maid and said urgently, "Let them fight, help me get away quickly."

Immediately afterwards, she turned to the people around her and warned them, "I haven't seen those two people today, do you all understand?"

The palace maids lowered their heads and nodded in agreement.

Once Consort An was out of sight, the two who had been wrestling slowly released each other.

"Am I late?" Meng Youning suddenly asked.

“It’s just right.” Sang Luan shook her head.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

Mu Xiang, standing behind him, was stunned. Wasn't the Crown Princess at odds with that Sang Luan?

Seeing this, Mu Xiang consciously slowed down a few steps and distanced herself from the two people in front of her.

"Here, this is the osmanthus cake I brought for you." Meng Youning flipped her wrist and took out a wrapped cloth, handing it to Sang Luan. "I guess you'll like it."

Sang Luan's eyes lit up immediately. She took the cloth, unfolded it, picked up a piece, and tasted it. "Mmm, delicious."

"This Consort An, this is the first time I've met her today." Sang Luan ate two pieces of osmanthus cake in a row. The ancient pastries were exquisite, but they were all too small.

After finishing the last piece, Sang Luan felt much better. "I don't even know her, so why do I feel like she's so hostile towards me?"

Sang Luan looked puzzled.

"Didn't you notice when you were following the story?" Meng Youning gave Sang Luan a complicated look.

Sang Luan exclaimed, her expression filled with even greater confusion, "What?"

“You don’t know her, but she knows Feng Hengzhi.” Meng Youning nudged Sang Luan. “In the original book, wasn’t there someone who liked Feng Hengzhi just like you, but was too shy to confess? Later, after finally making up their mind to express their feelings, you suddenly appeared out of nowhere.”

"Later, she entered the palace by a twist of fate." Sang Luan blinked, then instantly realized, "It was her?"

Meng Youning nodded slightly.

Sang Luan understood; it turned out they were treating her as a hypothetical enemy.

"Have you contacted the patrol department yet?" Meng Youning asked while keeping an eye on her surroundings.

Sang Luan clapped her hands suddenly, "Quick, let's go to the Imperial Household Department's workshops right away."

Without time for further explanation, Sang Luan strode forward, with Meng Youning following closely behind.

Imperial Household Department, Imperial Workshops.

"Lord Wei, the entire opera troupe from Fushengxianlai who performed at today's palace banquet is already here. If you need any more, there simply aren't any left."

The head eunuch of the Imperial Workshop looked at Wei Jian with a helpless expression.

Wei Jian coldly swept his gaze over the crowd. The members of the opera troupe all had their heads slightly lowered. At this moment, their faces were already made up, with layers upon layers of delicate powder applied.

Its original appearance is no longer recognizable.

Wei Jian frowned, one hand hanging naturally at his side, the other gripping the hilt of his sword. "You all go and wash your faces clean."

The men hurriedly spoke up, "Sir, we were only ordered to enter the palace to sing songs, we don't know anything about it."

"Yes," the head eunuch chimed in, trying to smooth things over. "They're about to perform, and if they take it off now, they won't have time to get on stage. What if His Majesty blames us..."

Wei Jian glanced at him and said coldly, "Is His Majesty's safety more important, or is a charade more important? Is there any need to think about that?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across the head eunuch's face.

Taking this opportunity, Wei Jian waved his hand and gave the order, "Take them all away and clean them up."

The head eunuch quickly reacted, stepping in front of Wei Jian with an anxious expression. "Lord Wei, if you ruin the original plan, what will happen if no one goes on stage? What if His Majesty blames us?"

Wei Jian tightened his grip on the sword hilt, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he inadvertently glanced up and saw a person in front of him trembling uncontrollably, his head almost buried in the ground.

Wei Jian's expression changed, his eyes grew even colder, and he pointed at the man, "You, raise your head."

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly looked up, pulled out a handful of powder from somewhere, and threw it at Wei Jian. The powder flew wildly in the air.

Wei Jian instinctively reached out and covered his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the man ran straight outside.

Everything happened so suddenly that the head eunuch was completely stunned.

Almost instinctively, Wei Jian drew his sword and threw it towards the door.