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Liu Wenxian's eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and she was about to speak.

The next moment, the old lady suddenly interrupted, "Alright, stop talking. Luan'er, go and rest. Let's leave today's matter behind. No one expected the Crown Princess to make such a request. This is not your fault."

Sang Luan gave a soft "hmm" and then left the front garden without looking back.

After a long day of work, she was completely exhausted, and when she got back, she was bombarded with questions.

The old lady suddenly spoke up, "What's wrong with you? Is this girl Luan really that unacceptable to you?"

Liu Wenxian exclaimed in surprise, feeling a pang of grievance upon seeing the old lady's anger.

“Mother, it’s not that she doesn’t meet my standards, but her behavior is just too outrageous. She is the wife of the Prime Minister, but look at her, she doesn’t look like the wife of the Prime Minister at all.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Wenxian turned to the side, pursed her lips, and murmured a few words, "I don't know how the Minister's family raises their daughter. She's so unruly. It was only because I had a moment of weakness that I let her into the mansion."

The old lady frowned, "Watch your words!"

She paused, then asked, "How's the arrangement for Luan'er to familiarize herself with the affairs of the manor as soon as possible, as I mentioned last time?"

Liu Wenxian calmed herself down, lowered her eyes slightly, and replied respectfully, "It's already being arranged."

The old lady gave a soft "hmm," her expression softening considerably. "Starting tomorrow, when you have free time, try copying scriptures more often to temper your temper."

A flash of shock crossed Liu Wenxian's eyes, her face showing great confusion. She stammered, "Mother..."

The old lady closed her eyes, holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in her hand, and was subtly twirling them. "How old are you? How old is she? In my opinion, you're living a worse life than ever before. You can't even keep your composure like a young girl."

Liu Wenxian wanted to say something more, but when she looked up and saw that the other person didn't want to say anything more, she could only nod.

Meanwhile, Sang Luan slowly returned to her residence, her head feeling dizzy.

Without even taking off his shoes, he lay down directly, his eyes slightly closed, already extremely sleepy.

In the blink of an eye, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, shifting his body restlessly.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly and reached behind her to fumble around.

Immediately, as if feeling that the current posture was not comfortable, he changed his posture.

Unexpectedly, that uncomfortable feeling returned.

She murmured to herself as she silently reached behind her for that annoying thing.

It feels a little warm.

It's a bit uncomfortable to hold.

Huh?

I even dream about men with abs?

But the more she moved her hand, the more she felt something was wrong.

The shape of those abs looks a little off...

"Sang Luan!"

A deep, cold voice suddenly rang out behind Sang Luan.

The scorching heat sprayed onto half of her neck, then instantly turned icy cold.

Suddenly, Sang Luan opened her eyes and moved the hand that was outstretched behind her.

The realistic tactile sensation returned.

She abruptly pulled her hand back, realizing something, and instantly stood up, her pupils widening slightly.

When Sang Luan's gaze fell on Feng Hengzhi lying on the couch, she instantly held her breath.

Her pupils widened slightly, and she decisively looked around.

She had just slept in Feng Hengzhi's main bed!

Where was her hand just now...?

An embarrassed smile appeared on his face. "Hey, would you believe me if I said I didn't mean it?"

Feng Hengzhi's brow twitched incessantly. He pointed to the door and gritted his teeth, saying, "Get out."

Sang Luan was immediately overjoyed.

Although Feng Hengzhi does have a good physique, it's really too dangerous for him to sleep in.

It's better for her to stay away from him.

She blinked and said with a grin, "But it was Grandmother who decided on it, and the main house of Hibiscus Garden has already been demolished."

Feng Hengzhi said coldly, "Then you can stay where you are."

Sang Luan gave an "oh" and then silently turned around and slowly walked towards the side couch.

After all that commotion, Sang Luan's drowsiness had dissipated by more than half.

Her eyes were still wide open when she lay down.

If you look closely, you can see that the tips of Feng Hengzhi's ears on the main bed are slightly red, blending with the flickering candlelight.

Silent all night.

When Sang Luan woke up the next day, Feng Hengzhi was nowhere to be seen on the main bed.

With the wax pellets suddenly found, Feng Hengzhi must be quite busy these days.

Sang Luan quickly went to Jing Si Hall to pay her respects to Liu Wenxian and the old lady. She didn't know what was wrong with Liu Wenxian, as she seemed unusually easy to talk to today.

Immediately, Sang Luan took Yu Po and quickly left the mansion.

"Sang Luan!"

Sang Luan had barely stepped out of the mansion when she heard a familiar voice.

She turned around abruptly and immediately saw a pale purple figure; the woman had her entire face covered.

Sang Luan was carefully examining the woman when she suddenly removed her veil.

Sang Luan exclaimed, "Oh, it's you, Asheng!"

The woman smiled, pursed her lips, and put her veil back on.

Sang Luan asked in confusion, "Why did you come so early?"

Ah Sheng chuckled, "I was just bored and was about to go in to look for you when you came out. By the way, where are you guys headed? Can I come along?"

Sang Luan nodded decisively. Today, she was mainly going to Hongzunfang with Meng Youning to get the money back.

One more person wouldn't be a problem.

With that in mind, she readily agreed.

An hour later.

The group quickly arrived at Red Barn.

The entrance to Red Barrel Workshop was already crowded with people.

Seeing this, Sang Luan decisively put on a veil, and in the blink of an eye, she caught sight of a familiar figure not far away.

Sang Luan and Meng Youning exchanged a glance, then stepped into the inner room.

"Oh, two guests, are you here to see our rouge? Our rouge is definitely the best in Shengjing. Even the noble ladies in the palace use our rouge."

A woman quickly stepped forward and greeted the group with exceptional enthusiasm.

Sang Luan calmly scanned her surroundings.

The owner of Hongzunfang was indeed very obedient to advice; she improved upon everything they had suggested last time.

The woman smiled even more broadly when she saw that the men were all dressed in fine clothes.

These people look so wealthy; they're probably easy to fool. I can just say a few words and they'll definitely buy most of the rouge in this shop.

Thinking this, a smile involuntarily crept onto her face, one that she couldn't suppress.

Sang Luan lifted her foot and walked straight forward, only coughing lightly. The bearded boss immediately noticed the commotion.

His smile vanished abruptly. He jogged forward and whispered a few words in the old woman's ear, "Mother, they are the people I told you about last time."

The old woman's expression changed instantly, and she glared at Sang Luan and the others, saying, "You'd better leave now, you're not welcome here!"