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Cheng Zhaodi paused for a moment, then moved closer to Meng Youning.

“Miss, my master has already said that he really can’t help you. Now that you are alright, you should leave,” Mu Xiang whispered in Cheng Zhaodi’s ear.

Cheng Zhaodi panicked for a moment, then quickly grabbed Meng Youning's sleeve and said urgently, "Princess Consort, please, if you can get the Prince to speak, Xiang Hongxuan will certainly not dare to refuse you. I am just a little plaything, and he doesn't like me anyway."

Seeing that Meng Youning's expression remained calm, Cheng Zhaodi became even more anxious. "Princess Consort, please believe me. Please believe me. As long as you speak, it will be just a matter of a word for you."

Meng Youning slowly lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the teacup beside her.

Seeing this, Mu Xiang stepped forward with a cold face and grabbed Cheng Zhaodi's arm.

Cheng Zhaodi's eyes were blurry with tears, and she kept repeating the words she had just spoken.

Suddenly, Meng Youning spoke up, "Wait a minute."

Mu Xiang paused, then looked up at her.

Meng Youning stood up and walked to Cheng Zhaodi. "What are your skills?"

Cheng Zhaodi burst into tears of joy and bowed deeply to Meng Youning.

Half an hour later.

"You Ning, how was it? While we were away, did that brat Qi Ran bully you?"

No sooner had Meng Youning stepped out of Furong Garden than Jiang Zhuo grabbed her hand and asked her earnestly.

Meng Youning chuckled lightly, "No."

As Jiang Zhuo pulled Meng Youning's hand and walked towards the front hall, he kept muttering, "I heard that you and that Sang Luan are like oil and water. In two days, I'll let you vent your anger properly."

Her tone was very confident.

Meng Youning's heart skipped a beat, but she asked calmly, "What does Mother mean by this?"

To her surprise, Jiang Zhuo simply patted her hand lightly and smiled mysteriously, "You, just wait and see the show. That girl will definitely avoid you from now on!"

Meng Youning felt a little uneasy. She glanced sideways and silently looked at Mu Xiang beside her.

Upon receiving their gaze, Mu Xiang immediately lowered her head slightly, falling a step behind the others.

In the front hall.

Qi Ran was sitting to the side with a resentful look on his face.

Looking at Jiang Zhuo and Qi Shangqing's smiling eyes, he couldn't help but mutter softly, "Who is your real son anyway?"

Qi Shangqing glared at him sideways, "You still have the nerve to complain? Your mother and I have only been gone a short time, and you've already become so lawless!"

Qi Ran looked completely bewildered. "How am I lawless? It's just that I was with Gu Changfeng..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Shangqing suddenly lost his temper, grabbed an empty teacup from the side and threw it at Qi Ran.

Qi Ran's eyes widened instinctively. "You're murdering your own son! I'm going to tell the Emperor!"

Qi Shangqing frowned, paused in his movements, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes.

Immediately, he slowly sat down, turned his head to the side, and ignored Qi Ran.

Seeing the other person's appearance, for some reason, Qi Ran suddenly recalled Xiang Hongxuan's half-spoken words.

His probing gaze immediately fell on Qi Shangqing, then on Jiang Zhuo beside him, only to see Jiang Zhuo enthusiastically pulling Meng Youning and muttering to herself.

After a while.

Meng Youning silently took something out of her sleeve, held it in her palm, nodded slightly, and handed it to Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo asked in confusion, "You Ning, what's wrong?"

“This is a palm print. Mother once said that when you left, You Ning would temporarily manage the affairs of the manor.” Meng You Ning opened the box, revealing the exquisite palm print inside. “Now that you have returned, You Ning should naturally return the palm print to Mother.”

Jiang Zhuo chuckled and waved his hand, "I see you've managed the mansion perfectly."

She stood up and pushed the palm print back, saying, "You should keep this with you."

Meng Youning had no choice but to nod in agreement and silently put the palm print away.

With the palm print in hand, she could save money much faster.

After a stick of incense.

Inside Yunyan Pavilion.

Meng Youning carefully put the palm print away, then rubbed her hands together and anxiously looked at Mu Xiang, asking, "Well, did you find out what Mother meant just now?"

Mu Xiang took a breath, moved closer to Meng You Ning, lowered her voice, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Meng Youning exclaimed in surprise, "What? Mother actually made her perform a blessing dance?"

Realizing she had been a bit out of line, she immediately glanced at the doorway. Mu Xiang then lowered her eyes and stepped forward, looking outside to make sure no one was there before closing the door tightly.

Immediately, he quickly went to Meng Youning's side.

Meng Youning covered her mouth, and couldn't help but chuckle when she thought of the other person's dancing moves.

There will certainly be many high-ranking officials present that day. Although the emperor will not be there in person, he will surely send someone.

The occasion was quite grand.

In such a setting, failing to perform well, even if the dance is unsightly, is a minor matter; disrespecting imperial authority would be a much bigger issue.

Her right hand was clenched tightly together as she thought rapidly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she quickly picked up the wolf-hair brush beside her. Seeing this, Mu Xiang stepped forward to grind the ink for her.

Meng Youning sat at the table, her back ramrod straight.

She held a wolf-hair brush in one hand, her expression very serious.

The next moment, her eyes widened slightly, and she decisively picked up her pen and began to write on the paper.

A moment later, Meng Youning carefully lifted the paper, shook it gently, and only after confirming that the ink on the paper was completely dry did she slowly roll it up.

He carefully packed it into a bamboo tube, turned around and handed it to Muxiang, saying, "Be sure to give this to her as soon as possible, and tell her to be extra careful in everything she does."

With a serious expression, Mu Xiang took the item and carefully placed it into her sleeve, then nodded emphatically, "Yes."

A hint of sorrow flashed across Meng Youning's face.

He stared blankly at Mu Xiang's departing figure.

Because of her status, she was actually served by more than one person, but if it was someone who served her personally, they would definitely discover the problem with the medicine over time.

She wasn't at all at ease.

In the entire Prince's residence, only Mu Xiang was someone she could trust.

Youshi.

The First Assistant Mansion.

In a corner of a side room in Furong Garden.

Sang Luan looked around to make sure no one was nearby before touching the jade in front of her. "How is it?"

Yu Po's eyes flashed, and she said softly, "Just as you expected, after I did as you suggested, some people couldn't sit still."

"However, I did encounter a strange person today." She silently pulled out a bamboo tube from her sleeve and respectfully handed it to Sang Luan. "The person only left a message saying 'Be careful,' and then hurriedly left."

Sang Luan slightly raised her eyebrows, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye appeared exceptionally alluring.

She said "Oh," took it casually, opened it on the spot, and understood the gist of the matter after just a quick glance.

She couldn't help but chuckle. It turned out that her learning the prayer dance was related to the King and Queen.

Sang Luan's eyes flickered slightly, and she casually tossed the bamboo tube into her sleeve. "Just pretend you know nothing, and you don't need to go to Hongzunfang tomorrow."