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The old woman lowered her head slightly, her face very cautious, as if afraid that Sang Luan would blame her for this.

Sang Luan's gaze darkened slightly. Although the other person was laughing enthusiastically, she inexplicably sensed a different meaning in that laughter.

She composed herself slightly and glanced around discreetly.

Before I knew it, the surroundings had become much quieter, with only faint noises coming from the distance.

Immediately, Sang Luan slightly raised her eyes and asked, "Where are we going?"

The old woman exclaimed "Ah!" and patiently explained, "It's like this, young mistress, you need to wait in the side hall before the blessing dance begins."

Sang Luan continued, "The banquet is about to begin. If we are too far away, we won't be able to get there in time."

"Don't worry, someone will come to remind you later." The old woman smiled. "This is the Princess's birthday banquet, and the people in the Prince's mansion will definitely be more careful than usual. They would never make such a mistake."

A hint of suspicion flashed through Sang Luan's mind, but she didn't show it on her face and took a step forward.

However, just as she lifted her foot, a clumsy little maid appeared out of nowhere and bumped into Sang Luan, causing Sang Luan to cry out in pain.

The maidservant was startled and immediately knelt down, trembling uncontrollably, kowtowing repeatedly, "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! I didn't mean to!"

The old woman's eyes widened immediately. "Which courtyard do you belong to? How dare you be so ignorant of manners! Do you know who this lady is? She is the wife of the Grand Secretary. She will be praying for the Princess Consort later."

Sang Luan felt inexplicably annoyed and simply waved her hand.

Seeing that the noble person would not pursue the matter, the little maid shakily got up, glanced at Sang Luan, then lowered her head and silently walked forward.

"Tear..."

Sang Luan had just taken a step when the sound of fabric being torn suddenly rang out.

Sang Luan couldn't help but glance back, only to see that the little maid who had been rushing around had accidentally stepped on the hem of Sang Luan's clothes in her haste, and when Sang Luan lifted her foot, a small piece of it was torn off.

Today, Sang Luan wore a blue inner garment and a white outer garment, with the two colors meeting at the hem.

At this moment, the outer robe had been torn off, revealing only the blue clothes underneath, making the outfit look instantly monotonous.

Upon realizing the enormity of her mistake, the young maidservant, who had just straightened up, knelt down again with a thud.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her teeth chattering, "Your Excellency, this servant, this servant..."

The young maidservant braced herself on the ground, completely flustered.

The smiling nanny's expression changed instantly upon seeing this scene.

Her eyes turned cold, and she kicked the maidservant hard, roaring, "Are you blind?! How do you even walk?!"

She gritted her teeth, raised her hand high, and was about to strike.

Sang Luan reacted quickly, grabbing the old woman's hand and saying calmly, "She didn't do it on purpose."

Then, he said to the little maid kneeling on the ground, "Get up."

She turned to the side and gave the old woman a deep look.

The old woman rubbed her hands together, glanced at Sang Luan's clothes, and tentatively asked, "Then, young mistress, what should we do now?"

She looked ahead, her face filled with anxiety, "The princess's banquet is about to begin."

Suddenly, she looked up sharply. "By the way, young mistress, there's a side room not far away. No one's there. Why don't you go there and change into something suitable?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Luan couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

This is the same old routine.

She wasn't sure before, but now she was 100% certain that the person in front of her was definitely suspicious.

She suddenly spoke up, "It's fine without changing it."

The old woman exclaimed, and the next moment, she saw Sang Luan raise her hand, grab a corner of the white dress, pause for a moment, and then tear off a large piece of the dress.

The old woman was immediately shocked. "Young Madam, you...you're confused! Such clothes are incomplete, and the blessing dance you perform will also be incomplete. Heaven will not accept your blessings."

She looked very anxious and stamped her foot, saying, "What should I do?"

Sang Luan was speechless. What kind of nonsense was this?

Then, the old woman turned to look at Sang Luan and knelt down with a thud. "Young Madam, I beg you, this really won't do. Please listen to me and go and change it."

She pointed to the small house not far away, "There are intact clothes there, it won't take much time. If something goes wrong here, the princess will order my death, young mistress."

The old woman spoke with heartfelt sincerity.

If she hadn't caught the glint of calculation in the other person's eyes, she would have almost believed it.

Sang Luan lifted her foot and walked forward. "I said it's okay, nothing will happen. The blessing dance is mainly about the dance and the dancers themselves, and it has little to do with the clothes."

She paused for a moment, then said, "If you explain the reason to your mistress, she will surely forgive you."

A look of surprise crossed the old woman's face; she had never expected that the other party would not take the bait.

She slightly raised her eyes, only to find that there was no one in front of her.

She was startled, straightened up, and was about to take a closer look when a sudden pain shot through the back of her head. Then her eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Sang Luan clapped her hands. "Your eyes have been shifty ever since you appeared. You're obviously up to no good. And you kept telling me to change my clothes. Your acting is so bad."

After feeling relieved, Sang Luan was troubled again. She put her hands on her hips and looked around, only to see that there were forks in the road all around her.

She slowly lowered her hand, a look of confusion flashing across her face.

Which road leads to the banquet platform?

Judging by the timeline, it should be starting soon.

"Luan'er".

Suddenly, a faint voice came from not far away, and it reached Sang Luan's ears precisely.

She paused, turned around abruptly, and sure enough, saw Meng Youning not far away.

Just then, a group of maids and servants walked in from the other side.

Meng Youning beckoned to her, "Come here quickly."

Sang Luan narrowed her eyes slightly and walked towards Meng Youning's direction.

Meng Youning grabbed Sang Luan's arm, and in an instant, the two entered a secluded little room.

Sang Luan let out a heavy sigh of relief. After a moment, she hurriedly said, "Ningning, you should also be careful lately. I feel that Feng Hengzhi is in great danger. The matter of the assassin at the last palace banquet has not been completely resolved yet."

She paused, her brows furrowing. "At Tianxiang Tower, the assassin had a wax pill hidden in his hand. Feng Hengzhi suspected me, but I don't have it here. Besides Feng Hengzhi and Qi Ran, the only other people present that day were you and me."

Meng Youning casually found a seat and sat down, staring intently at Sang Luan. "Wax pills? What kind of wax pills are they?"