Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Even if you encounter it, you can't pretend you didn't see it.

Supported by her maid, Wang Xianrong stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Princess."

"No need for formalities. Are you feeling better? Why did you come out?" Qin Yizhen was in a good mood, but she was still a little worried when she saw Wang Xianrong's somewhat pale face.

However, when she caught a glimpse of a white silk flower pinned in Wang Xianrong's hair, her expression suddenly froze.

Wang Xianrong said, "Thank you for your concern, Princess. I'm much better. I just felt a bit stifled in the courtyard after lying down for a few days, so I came out for a walk..."

Before Wang Xianrong could finish speaking, Qin Yizhen suddenly stepped forward. She frowned and tried to back away, but Qin Yizhen reached out and pressed her shoulder.

Wang Xianrong was displeased and frowned: "What is the princess doing?"

Qin Yizhen stared at the white silk flower in her hair for a few moments, then reached out and plucked it off, her face somewhat unpleasant: "Aunt Wang, what is this?"

Wang Xianrong looked up and saw Qin Yizhen holding a white silk flower in her hand. Her expression changed slightly, and her mind went blank for a moment. She immediately felt dizzy.

Qin Yizhen held the white silk flower in her hand, her face unusually cold and stern. She asked Wang Xianrong again, "Tell me, what is this?"

Seeing that she was angry, Wang Xianrong knelt down with her maid and said, "Princess, please calm down."

"Calm down, calm down, what a wonderful thing!" Qin Yizhen felt a surge of anger rush from her heart to the top of her head, burning her to the point that she almost lost all reason. "Aunt Wang, is your father or your mother dead? Are you wearing mourning clothes here?!"

"Why didn't I hear anyone come to report the death?"

Although some young men nowadays like to wear white robes, which make them look ethereal and handsome, there is no reason for women to wear white flowers in their hair, as there are countless other beautiful things to wear in their hair.

A woman wearing a white flower in her hair signifies that she is in mourning.

In other words, if you see a woman wearing a white flower in her hair, you know that someone in her family has died and there is a funeral in her household.

Who could have died that would make Wang Xianrong wear mourning clothes?

Were they her parents or her husband?

"Say it! Why aren't you saying anything?" Qin Yizhen asked coldly, her hands trembling as she held the white silk flower.

The scene of Cheng Yan's death in her previous life seemed vivid in her mind, and Wang Xianrong also wore a white flower in her hair.

Wang Xianrong's lips moved as if she wanted to explain, but in the end she didn't know what to say.

Her maid, however, was worried about her health and explained, "Princess, please forgive me, my lady took the wrong thing today."

"You took the wrong one. Where did you get it from?" Qin Yizhen squinted and scanned the area. "Or did Aunt Wang prepare a white flower in her makeup box beforehand? Hoping someone will die?"

“The Wang family is a prestigious one, and the eldest daughter of the family has always been a model of etiquette and upbringing. You told me that you took the wrong flowers today and wore the wrong ones?”

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Wang Xianrong lowered her eyes and bowed her head to admit her mistake: "It was my fault, please punish me, Your Highness."

She has her pride and disdains lying; she doesn't want to fabricate a lie to cover it up right now.

Qin Yi was so angry that the veins on her forehead throbbed.

So this person figured out she wouldn't make things difficult for anyone?

Qin Yizhen was furious and said, "Since you're wrong, then kneel here for an hour."

Finally, she tossed the white silk flower in her hand to Lü Qiao: "Burn it for me."

"Yes."

"Granny Jin, you stay here and watch her kneel. Don't let her die."

"Yes." Granny Jin accepted the order.

After arranging for Granny Jin to stay behind, Qin Yizhen immediately turned around and returned to Chunxie Courtyard.

No matter how beautiful the spring scenery in the garden was, she no longer had the mood to appreciate the flowers.

Lü Qiao turned her head and glanced at Wang Xianrong, then hurriedly followed Qin Yizhen.

After everyone had left, Wang Xianrong's maid knelt down and pleaded with Granny Jin: "Granny Jin, please have mercy! My mistress is unwell. Let alone kneeling for an hour, even half an hour would be dangerous."

Granny Jin's expression was indifferent as she glanced at Wang Xianrong and the maid, her tone cold: "Since they have made a mistake, they should receive the punishment they deserve."

"But my master..."

Granny Jin said, "Don't worry, the princess isn't that heartless. I'm here. If Consort Wang feels unwell, I'll immediately send someone to fetch the physician. I certainly won't let Consort Wang lose her life."

"But Aunt Wang doesn't need to pretend she can't bear it. If kneeling for an hour isn't enough, this servant will personally go to the Wang family to ask if Lord Wang and Madam Wang are well, and also to ask Aunt Wang whether she wore the white flower by mistake, or why she wore it at all?"

Wang Xianrong's eyelids twitched as she looked at Granny Jin.

Their eyes met; one was indifferent and calm, the other scrutinizing and cold.

Wang Xianrong closed her eyes and finally spoke: "You flatter me, Granny. This flower was given to my mother by me before. I kept it. I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and I was thinking of my mother, so I took it out to look at it."

"When I looked at it today, I accidentally put it in my hair. It was my fault, and I will accept the punishment. Please do not disturb the Wang family any further."

This statement is somewhat flawed, but it does offer an explanation.

Knowing she wouldn't get any information, Granny Jin didn't press the matter. She simply said, "Then Concubine Wang should kneel properly. Since you're not feeling well, if you can't take it, just tell me and rest before continuing."

"it is good......"

So when Cheng Yan finished his work and came back to pick up Qin Yizhen to go to the palace, he happened to see Wang Xianrong kneeling under a tree not far away.

Her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and she swayed as if she were about to faint at any moment.

Cheng Yan frowned and stepped forward to ask, "What's going on?"

Before Wang Xianrong and her servant could answer, Granny Jin bowed and spoke first: "Greetings, Lord Marquis. Concubine Wang has broken a taboo and angered the princess. The princess has ordered her to kneel here for an hour."

Cheng Yan frowned: "What did she do?"

Qin Yizhen is usually tolerant and doesn't hold grudges over small things. For her to make someone kneel here for an hour shows that she is really angry.

What did Wang Xianrong do?

Cheng Yan frowned and looked at Wang Xianrong.

Fearing he might misunderstand, Granny Jin explained, "Your Excellency, it's not that the princess is trying to make things difficult for Concubine Wang, but rather that Concubine Wang has broken a taboo by wearing a white silk flower in her hair today."

"White silk flowers?" Cheng Yan paused slightly, frowning as he looked at Wang Xianrong's hair. He saw that her hair was clean and there was nothing there.

“That’s right. The princess has already asked Lüqiao to burn it. You know that the princess is most averse to this, which is why she got angry and wanted to punish her.”

How can I not get angry?

Qin Yizhen had been having nightmares for days, all about Cheng Yan's death. She was so frightened that she couldn't sleep day or night and still felt lingering fear.

Wearing such a white flower was practically an affront to Wang Xianrong's very being.