My stepsister tried to steal the prince's hand in marriage, but little did she know I had been

Wen Shuyao raised her eyes and glanced at her: "I'm not deaf, of course I heard you."

"If that's the case, why don't you..."

"This is the prince's business; why should I interfere?"

Wen Shuyao asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yitong's eyes widened: "You, as his fiancée, can you allow a woman from a brothel to ride roughshod over you?"

Wen Shuyao smiled and said, "I am not yet married into the family, so it would be inappropriate for me to interfere in the prince's private affairs."

Moreover, even if she becomes Princess Jing, she won't interfere with Xie Jinghan's romantic entanglements.

Xie Jinghan is not interested in women, but she has a female confidante, which is a great thing for her!

She had no desire to engage in marital relations with Xie Jinghan.

Isn't it a good thing that someone is sharing the burden with her?

In her previous life, she tolerated even a useless, lustful, and stubborn husband like Chen Che, so how could she tolerate Xie Jinghan, who only had this insignificant flaw?

Wen Yitong opened her mouth, carefully observing Wen Shuyao's expression. After confirming that Wen Shuyao indeed did not take this matter seriously, a sense of powerlessness spread through her heart.

She went to great lengths to invite Wen Shuyao out, hoping to see Wen Shuyao's disappointed and heartbroken expression. However, her efforts were like punching cotton, having no effect on Wen Shuyao whatsoever.

"Second sister." Wen Shuyao winked at her, "Instead of worrying about the Jing Prince's Mansion, you should pay more attention to the Chen family."

"I've heard that...Young Master Chen is keeping a mistress."

Wen Shuyao's casual remark caused Wen Yitong's face to flush red.

However, before she could react, the door to the private room was pushed open.

A waiter from Qianjin Pavilion greeted her with a beaming smile: "Your Highness, the Prince invites you to the seventh floor for a chat."

Before Wen Shuyao could respond, Wen Yitong had already stood up abruptly.

"The seventh floor?"

The Thousand Gold Pavilion has seven floors, but only Xie Jinghan and Manniang can go up to these seven floors.

She had made a scene countless times, but Xie Jinghan always refused her request.

But today, Xie Jinghan actually personally invited Wen Shuyao to the seventh floor?

Wen Yitong reacted strongly, and her breathing became rapid.

What devastated her even more was the slender figure behind the waiter.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Man Niang's face was full of ingratiating smiles as she bowed gracefully to Wen Shuyao, her posture humble.

Wen Shuyao blinked, somewhat stunned.

Man Niang explained softly, "When His Highness heard that you had come to Qianjin Pavilion, he was afraid that you would misunderstand, so he specially sent me to explain."

"Your Highness, please move to the seventh floor." As she spoke, she glanced at Wen Yitong out of the corner of her eye.

Clearly, Wen Yitong couldn't hear these explanations.

Wen Yitong could no longer hear what the two were saying.

She clenched her fists tightly, her mind a jumble of dream and reality.

On one side, Xie Jinghan was sternly reprimanding her for breaking the rules, while Manniang stood indifferently to the side, head held high, as if Manniang was the mistress of the Jingwang Mansion.

On one side, Man Niang explained to Wen Shuyao in a soft and gentle voice, her attitude as humble as that of a maid.

The only reason Man Niang could show such a big difference is because someone behind her had given her special instructions.

But does Wen Shuyao really deserve Xie Jinghan's treatment?

And what about her? What is she?

After Wen Yitong came to her senses, only she and her personal maid remained in the private room.

"Get out!"

Wen Yitong smashed a cup, her voice hoarse.

The maid felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly ran out, making sure to close the door behind her.