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Qi Ran smiled bloodthirstyly, "Me, a bastard?"

His gaze was fixed intently on Meng Youning.

He pulled his sleeves up, exhaled a heavy breath, and then casually ripped off his outer robe.

Just as he was preparing to take the next step, the door was suddenly kicked open.

The next moment, a clear voice, tinged with displeasure, rang out, "Qi Ran, what are you doing?"

Jiang Zhuo looked at Qi Ran from afar, glanced around the room, and guessed the general situation.

With a cold expression, she slightly turned her body and gave a wink to the servant beside her.

Immediately afterwards, the group went up and grabbed Qi Ran's arm.

Qi Ran said with a disdainful look, "Mother, don't you and Father always bring up the wedding night? I'll grant your request right now, but unfortunately your good daughter-in-law won't cooperate at all."

After saying that, he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

Jiang Zhuo was startled and subconsciously looked at Meng Youning.

But Meng Youning had covered herself up tightly with the blankets and turned her head to the side, looking like she was in a bad state.

"Take him away, lock him in his room, and don't let him out without my permission."

Qi Ran threw his head back and laughed loudly a few times. His gaze at Meng Youning was like that of a venomous snake waiting for its chance to strike. There was not a trace of warmth on his face or in his eyes.

Jiang Zhuo turned to look at the person on the bed, and after a long while, sighed heavily, "The prince and I will leave the Prince's residence for a while. You and Ran'er should take good care of each other."

She paused, then carefully reached for Meng Youning's hand. With a flick of her wrist, a jade bracelet made entirely of white jade appeared on Meng Youning's previously empty wrist.

It looks very valuable.

Meng Youning's expression finally changed; she slowly raised her eyes and slightly parted her lips.

Jiang Zhuo cut her off first, "This is what we owe you. Ran'er is immature and still needs you by his side to remind him of his current attitude towards you..."

Her eyes held a complex expression, and she sighed, "Thank you for your hard work. While we're away, we'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on everything in the Prince's residence."

Before Meng Youning could reply, Jiang Zhuo gave her a look, and a maid stepped forward, holding a palm print in her hands.

Meng Youning was overjoyed and lowered her eyes slightly. "Youning understands."

Half an hour later, a large amount of gold and silver jewelry entered the Yunyan Pavilion.

All of these items were placed inside Meng Youning's bed.

Meng Youning sat on the edge of the couch, casually picked up a string of corals, and looked at it in front of her. "The quality is not bad."

Mu Xiang chattered on, "Yes, Princess Consort, these are all sent over because the Prince and Princess feel that the Prince has wronged you."

"By the way, now there are only you and the young master in the manor."

Meng Youning lay half-reclined, a smile playing on her lips, her gaze fixed on the coral in her hand, her tone meaningful, "Is that so?"

The next day.

After learning that Liu Wenxian had wronged Sang Luan yesterday, Sang Luan didn't see Liu Wenxian all day.

Even today, when it came time to pay respects, Liu Wenxian excused Sang Luan from doing so, citing illness.

Feng Hengzhi didn't know what was going on, but he didn't return home last night.

She didn't even get to see Feng Shinian once.

She was living a very comfortable life that day.

Just as Chenshi (7-9 AM) arrived, Sang Luan left the mansion with Yu Po. Without Liu Wenxian's nagging and without having to see Feng Hengzhi's icy face, Sang Luan felt that everything in the world was lovely.

"Miss, there are candied hawthorns over there."

Yu Po suddenly pointed to a small stall in front of him, his eyes shining.

Sang Luan was in a great mood and bought herself and Yu Po each a string of candied hawthorns.

With its bright red exterior and crystal-clear outer layer, a gentle bite releases a sweet and sour flavor that quickly spreads across the taste buds.

"Our goal today is the safflower." Sang Luan said as she walked, her eyes never stopping.

Yu Po subconsciously asked, "What do you need that for?"

Sang Luan paused, a mysterious smile playing on her lips, and tapped Yu Po's forehead. "You'll find out then."

"Make way, all of you make way, get out of the way right now!"

Suddenly, a fiery red horse charged into the crowded street.

The owner of the fiery red horse was an extremely handsome man. His features were now in disarray, and he kept repeating the same sentence he had just uttered.

Sang Luan glanced around casually, and the moment the man suddenly spoke, everyone instinctively stepped back.

At that moment, directly in front of the man and the horse, there was a woman in purple with a veil covering her face. A gust of wind lifted a corner of her veil.

Sang Luan glanced at him and was able to see his exquisitely beautiful features.

The horse ran extremely fast, and the man became even more agitated, fearing that the horse might hurt someone.

Strangely, the woman in purple, for some reason, simply stood there without moving in the face of this emergency.

It looked like the horse's front hooves were about to trample the woman in purple.

In a flash, Sang Luan's eyelids twitched, and with lightning speed, she reached out and grabbed the woman's arm.

With a determined effort, he pulled the person directly in front of him.

The man on horseback immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He tightened his grip on the reins.

Without turning his head, he raised his hand and waved it in the air, "Thank you!"

The man looked to be only about 18 years old; he was quite a handsome young man.

Sang Luan turned her gaze back and saw the woman in front of her blink, looking quite frightened.

Sang Luan tilted her head and gently patted the other person's shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Although the other person's clothes were not particularly luxurious, they were definitely not from an ordinary family.

She glanced around, then looked away. "Are you alone?"

The woman in purple trembled, clutching her chest, looking terrified. "That was truly frightening."

"I'm the only one out here today." The woman in purple came to her senses and glanced at Sang Luan. "Thank you so much for earlier, otherwise I would definitely have been injured."

As she spoke, she rummaged through her sleeves for something.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she abruptly pulled out a large stack of silver notes from her sleeve, stuffing them directly into Sang Luan's hand. "This is yours, thank you for saving me."

Not far from the two, around a corner, two men dressed in coarse cloth were staring greedily at the stack of silver notes in the purple-clad woman's hand. Their eyes were gleaming, and they were rubbing their hands together, eager to get their hands on the money.

Sang Luan pushed the woman in purple's hand back.

The woman in purple was taken aback for a moment, then smiled brightly, "You think it's too little, right? But I didn't bring much silver with me today. If you think it's not enough, you can..."

“I don’t want these.” Sang Luan shook her head, glanced around discreetly, grabbed her wrist, and stuffed the silver notes back into her sleeve. “Also, don’t flaunt your wealth. You should put them away quickly.”