My best friends both transmigrated into a book and married powerful officials; she left me and I lef

Sang Luan shook her head, "I don't know either, I just heard him mention those two..."

Before she could finish speaking, Meng Youning suddenly pulled out a pale yellow object from her waist.

Meng Youning took the object in her hand and examined it. "The wax pill you're talking about, it doesn't look like this, does it?"

Sang Luan fell silent.

She first looked at Meng Youning, then at the pale yellow wax pill in the other's hand.

Meng Youning took a look and said, "It doesn't seem to be anything special, just another form of candle."

Sang Luan wanted to scream and cover her head, the touch of red at the end of her eyebrow looking particularly alluring.

She kept pacing back and forth in the room.

Sang Luan: "When did you find out?"

Meng Youning blinked. "It was after we went back from Tianxiang Tower that day."

Sang Luan immediately pressed for an answer: "No one else knows about this, right?"

“No.” Meng Youning shook her head and pointed at Sang Luan. “Only you know.”

Sang Luan exclaimed, "Feng Hengzhi is only testing me because he's unsure if I have this thing. If he knew it was you, he would definitely stop at nothing to get it back."

She paused, then added, "Besides, Feng Hengzhi and Qi Ran are inherently irreconcilable enemies."

Meng Youning rubbed her temples lightly, then reached out and grabbed Sang Luan's arm. "Stop shaking me like that, it's making me dizzy. Let's put this aside for now. The most important thing right now is to resolve the blessing dance."

Sang Luan paused, "A blessing dance?"

Then she waved her hand, looking very confident, "Don't worry, the blessing dance is no problem, I've already mastered the essence."

After saying that, she raised her pinky finger, opened her arms, and began to dance in place.

Meng Youning: ...

It was indeed the Sang Luan she knew.

This movement has absolutely nothing to do with dancing.

Sang Luan stopped. "I was just thinking about it in my mind this morning, how come I suddenly forgot?"

Meng Youning suddenly spoke up, "Come on, you just don't have the talent to dance."

She paused for a moment, put the wax ball away, then stood up and walked to Sang Luan. "Put the movements you just did on again."

Sang Luan started to move.

The next moment, Sang Luan saw Meng Youning following beside her, imitating her postures one by one.

After a stick of incense.

Sang Luan looked very suspicious. "You really know how to dance?"

Without saying a word, Meng Youning immediately started moving.

The movements were clearly the same, but when Meng Youning performed them, they exuded a sense of lightness, and every move she made was like a celestial being dancing.

Sang Luan: "You learned it after only watching it twice? And you danced it so well."

She pouted, "Then what about all the practice I've done these past three days, day and night?"

Meng Youning reached out and gently tapped her forehead. "You've got plenty of time."

"That wax pellet..."

"Boom..."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Sang Luan wanted to remind Meng Youning about the wax pills again, but a loud voice rang out from outside, instantly attracting Meng Youning's attention.

Meng Youning said, word by word, "Don't worry, I will find an opportunity to send that thing out. Remember what I just told you."

After a while.

In the front hall.

The birthday banquet for Princess Yi officially began, and the gongs and drums that had been prepared beforehand suddenly started beating, creating a lively scene in the Prince's mansion.

On the main seat.

Jiang Zhuo looked around and couldn't help but ask Qi Ran, "Where's You Ning? It's about to start, why isn't she here yet?"

While leisurely eating fruit, Qi Ran casually replied, "How would I know? I met her outside the mansion just now, but I haven't seen her since."

Jiang Zhuo pointed at Qi Ran, "You..."

Seeing that everyone around her was staring at her, she could only glare at Qi Ran in her heart before silently withdrawing her hand.

Immediately, Jiang Zhuo waved to the maid not far away, "Go and see where the Crown Princess has gone."

She lowered her eyes slightly and turned to the side. "Your Highness, please perform the blessing dance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servant beside him held his breath and announced loudly, "Please perform the blessing dance!"

After the dance, with its graceful movements and melodious tune, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Jiang Zhuo lowered her head, concealing the thoughts in her eyes.

Why is it completely different from what she expected?

"Yu Ning wishes her mother a happy and fulfilling birthday. She expresses her heartfelt wishes to the heavens through this blessing dance, and hopes that her mother's life will be as long as the mountains."

"Meng Youning?" Qi Ran couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Zhuo suddenly stood up. "You Ning? What are you doing here?"

Meng Youning said loudly, "Mother, this is a surprise for you and for everyone. Mother... don't you like it?"

Jiang Zhuo shook her head. "I like it, of course I like it."

At that moment, a woman in green slowly walked out from the crowd, holding a bamboo flute in her hand.

She bowed slightly to Jiang Zhuo, her eyes lowered, and said, "Sang Luan wishes the Princess a happy birthday."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present took the opportunity to stand up in unison, cupped their hands in greeting to Jiang Zhuo, and said in unison, "Wishing Princess Yi a happy birthday!"

Not only was Jiang Zhuo surprised, but even Liu Wenxian leaned forward abruptly.

She glanced at Feng Shinian beside her. "Wasn't Sang Luan supposed to perform a blessing dance?"

Feng Shinian simply shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the arena.

Feng Hengzhi slightly raised his eyes, slowly picked up the teacup beside him, tilted his head back and took a sip, his expression calm and indifferent.

Suddenly, when his gaze abruptly fell upon a certain spot, his expression froze, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He stood up suddenly.

Liu Wenxian exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

"I have something to attend to, please have a seat." Feng Hengzhi left with only this sentence before turning and walking away.

Jiang Zhuo's eyes flickered slightly. Wasn't everyone saying that You Ning and that girl from the Sang family were like oil and water?

In her opinion, the situation couldn't be more harmonious.

Well then, let the young people handle their own affairs.

Feng Heng followed a maidservant and turned a corner into a rockery.

The maidservant kept her head down, walked hurriedly, and occasionally glanced around.

Turning around abruptly, he couldn't help but tremble. "My esteemed guest."

A flicker of panic crossed the maid's face. She bowed to Feng Hengzhi and was about to speak.

Suddenly, Feng Hengzhi pulled out a dagger from somewhere and, without saying a word, pressed it against the neck of the person in front of him.

The maidservant was immediately taken aback.

Feng Hengzhi looked at him coldly, "Stop pretending, there's not a single thing about you that makes you look like a woman."

The maid exclaimed, only to see Feng Hengzhi grip the dagger in his hand even tighter. "I'll only say this once, don't test my patience."

Seeing his confident tone, the maid's eyes turned cold, and she clenched her fist and swung it forcefully at Feng Hengzhi.

At the same time, he leaned back in an extremely strange arc, and with a quick bend, snatched the dagger from Feng Heng's hand.