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Most people held their wine cups, took only a small sip, and kept them raised.

The person pouring the drinks glanced up and saw the scene unfolding before their eyes were immediately fixed on it, only realizing what was happening when the wine spilled from the table and dripped onto the floor.

He hurriedly and clumsily wiped the table clean, but couldn't bear to look up at the scene.

Sang Luan picked up a piece of crispy duck, found it a bit dry, and took a sip of fruit wine, found it a bit bland.

In a flash, she scooped up another spoonful of tofu soup, but it was a bit too salty, so she turned her attention back to the plate of garlic-flavored pork belly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Feng Hengzhi's attention wasn't on her at the moment.

She quickly picked up her bamboo chopsticks, intending to pick up a piece of pork belly with minced garlic.

Unfortunately, the dish was a little far from her, so she had to straighten up a bit, holding onto her wide sleeve with one hand and trying to reach the dish with the other.

Before she even picked up her chopsticks, her gaze met Liu Wenxian's.

Liu Wenxian tilted her head towards Sang Luan, then pointed at Feng Hengzhi.

Sang Luan instantly understood that the other party was telling her that Feng Hengzhi wasn't eating, and that the food would be wasted, so she was asked to eat more.

A sense of mission welled up within her, and she nodded emphatically at Liu Wenxian.

Liu Wenxian breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Sang Luan understood what she meant.

Before she could even catch her breath, she saw Sang Luan take out a small plate from somewhere and pick up every dish in front of Feng Hengzhi.

Liu Wenxian's pupils widened suddenly, and she glared at Sang Luan.

Sang Luan had already obediently sat back down, focusing on enjoying the food in front of her, and even subtly clinked glasses with Meng Youning from a distance.

Liu Wenxian was furious, but didn't know how to vent her anger.

Sang Luan, oblivious to everything else, ate while watching the beauties dancing in the arena.

At the same time, a group of palace maids entered the hall one after another, each carrying a red wooden tray, but the trays were empty.

Immediately, the palace maids took small, quick steps and stood one by one in front of the ministers.

They lowered their eyes slightly, bent over a little, and lifted the mahogany tray forward.

This effectively blocked half of the figure of the woman in red in the arena.

Some people, engrossed in the dance, noticed that they could no longer see the beauty's movements clearly. So they casually grabbed the purse hanging from their waist, took out two gold and silver ingots from their sleeves, and placed them on the tray.

The group's movements were remarkably synchronized.

Sang Luan turned slightly and saw Feng Hengzhi very consciously take out a stack of gold leaves from his sleeve. Sang Luan's eyes widened suddenly, and the food in her hand instantly became tasteless.

She's very materialistic. In her life, apart from her best friend Meng Youning, there are only two things that can pique her interest: food and money.

He tossed the things onto the table, clapped his hands, and unconsciously leaned closer to Feng Hengzhi.

She was curious about where Feng Hengzhi had hidden so many gold leaves, and why she hadn't noticed them earlier.

If only she could have a few of these gold leaves...

However, the next moment, she saw Feng Hengzhi throw the entire stack of gold leaves directly into the tray of the palace maid in front of him.

Sang Luan's voice rose slightly, "So many gold leaves, and you just gave them away like that?"

Sang Luan looked bewildered and exchanged a glance with Meng Youning opposite her. Why didn't they remember that live tipping was popular here?

Something just doesn't feel right.

Soon, Sang Luan and Meng Youning realized that something was wrong.

If the mahogany tray contained gold, silver, or jewelry, the palace maid would withdraw. If the mahogany tray was empty, the palace maid would remain in the same posture she had when she entered the hall.

The trays held by the palace maids in front of Sang Luan and Meng Youning were completely empty.

Meng Youning coughed lightly, half-covering her lips, and glanced at Sang Luan intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Youning: What's going on?

Sang Luan cleared her throat, touching the hairpin in her hair and her nose, and seized the opportunity to give Meng Youning a look.

Sang Luan: I don't know either, let's see first.

They skipped over this part of the story quickly when they watched it, which is why they're completely baffled now.

Feng Hengzhi glanced at Sang Luan, who gave him a bright smile.

Feng Hengzhi tilted his head towards her again, and Sang Luan, not understanding why, also tilted her head in his manner.

"Stop playing dumb, hand over the money!" Feng Hengzhi rubbed his forehead, his tone quite impatient.

Sang Luan took a step back, instinctively covering her small pocket, and looked at Feng Hengzhi warily, "No!"

Feng Hengzhi slowly picked up a piece of pastry, took a small bite, and said, "This is His Majesty's will. Are you sure you don't want to give it to me?"

Sang Luan felt a pang of pain in her heart and wanted to tell them that she had no money.

Although Sang Shaoan disliked the original owner's insistence on marrying Feng Hengzhi, he still gave her a generous dowry when they got married.

The Feng family, at least, acted like decent human beings and didn't have any inappropriate thoughts about Sang Luan's dowry.

Those dowry items are still lying quietly in Furong Garden.

She also planned to use this money as a fund for her escape after her success and divorce.

She said that the claim of not having money was not very credible.

Sang Luan glanced around and noticed that more than half of the palace maids had left again.

With her eyes closed, she reached out and opened her purse a crack, inserted two fingers and fiddled with it for a while before pulling out three pieces of silver and placing them in the tray with a forced smile.

He waved to the palace maid in front of him.

The next instant, she felt a lightness around her waist, and when she looked down sharply, she saw that her little purse was gone.

She hasn't touched any of the things in Furong Garden yet; this little purse is all her possessions right now!

Feng Hengzhi weighed the purse in his hand, his tone disdainful, "Hmm, it's a bit small, but it's still acceptable."

After saying that, he threw it directly into the tray, and patted it off as he withdrew his hand, as if it had been stained with something dirty.

Sang Luan raised her eyes and slowly looked at Feng Hengzhi. "Have some decency!"

The palace maid slightly bent her knees, bowed to the two men, and then turned and left.

Before Sang Luan could even extend her hand, she only saw the palace maid's departing figure in the blink of an eye.

All her possessions...

"What are you doing taking mine?" Sang Luan glanced speechlessly at Feng Hengzhi, who stood calmly to the side. "Why don't you just give away your own?"

Feng Hengzhi clicked his tongue. "Is it really necessary? It's just a little bit of silver."

Sang Luan angrily sat back down in her original seat. It was absolutely necessary!

She looked up at Emperor Zhaowu at the head of the table, only to find that he seemed oblivious to everything, his gaze fixed solely on the woman in red in the center of the room, occasionally exchanging a few words with the empress beside him.

Sang Luan couldn't help but look across at the other side. She didn't know what Meng You Ning had said, but Qi Ran immediately took out his own money and gave Meng You Ning a bag of silver, which looked quite heavy.