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Xiao Ran chuckled softly, a knowing glint in her eyes.

She had long anticipated this outcome.

In the past, Xiao Ran's reputation was already bad. Rumors spread like wildfire, and she had long been portrayed as a stupid, good-for-nothing.

These noble ladies had never seen her face before, and upon seeing her today, they might feel some sympathy for her frail appearance. But as soon as they heard the words "General's Mansion," those newly formed feelings of sympathy would vanish like smoke.

Oh well, it's not like she didn't expect it, so there's nothing to be sad about.

Now, dealing with He Wan is the important thing.

Xiao Ran calmed herself down, organized her thoughts, and then slowly walked towards the He family.

She moved with light steps and a composed demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

After she took her seat, she softly called out "Auntie" in a respectful and gentle tone.

However, Madam He didn't even lift her eyelids, only haughtily humming in response.

He Wan, on the other hand, obediently called out:

"Sister is here."

Her tone was gentle, and a faint smile graced her face, as if the argument had never happened.

She paused, then explained softly, "Mother is just angry, please don't take it to heart, sister."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ran smiled slightly, a hint of indifference flashing in her eyes:

"Sister, you flatter me. How could Ran'er blame Aunt? It's just that Ran'er was a little too hasty just now. I hope Aunt and sister won't take it to heart."

Her tone was gentle and appropriate, neither aggressive nor humble, which left He Wan momentarily at a loss for words.

Madam He remained expressionless and did not respond. She simply picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and seemed to ignore Xiao Ran's words.

Xiao Ran didn't take it to heart. Her gaze passed through the crowd and quietly landed on the magnificent dragon throne in the hall.

It was as if, through that cold dragon throne, I could see that scene from many years ago.

Once, Emperor Jingyang sat there expressionlessly and issued an edict to confiscate the property of Prince Yan and convict her father.

That day, the court was completely silent, with only the emperor's cold voice echoing in the hall, each word like a knife, severing all the glory and hope of the Xiao family.

A king's word is a mandate of heaven.

From then on, He Wan became a high-ranking princess, enjoying endless honor and favor.

But she, Xiao Ran, fell from grace and became an outcast despised by everyone on the street.

Xiao Ran's fingertips tightened slightly, her nails almost digging into her palms, but she maintained a calm expression on her face.

Those past humiliations and pains have long been buried deep in her heart, transformed into an invisible force that has supported her to this day.

She knew she couldn't give up or back down.

He Wan's glory at that time was built on the ruins of the Xiao family.

And she, Xiao Ran, would never let this happen again. She would make He Wan know—

You reap what you sow!

She withdrew her gaze from the dragon throne, gently lowered her eyelids, and concealed the fleeting coldness in her eyes.

When she looked up again, her face had returned to its gentle and docile appearance, as if the sharpness she had just displayed had never existed.

He was chatting and laughing with others, completely unaware of Xiao Ran's gaze.

Unfortunately, the person who was chatting and laughing with Madam He happened to see the sharpness in Xiao Ran's eyes.

She joked with Mrs. He:

"Is the lady sitting next to you the second young lady of the Xiao family? She is truly quiet and lovely... Is that the eldest young lady over there?"

"Why does he look like someone you don't want to mess with?"