The cousin's family is extremely wealthy; she deserves to be a concubine.

While Xiaoya and Fufeng were packing their things in Qingwu Courtyard, they suddenly received a rumor that the young mistress was going to send them to the ugliest and oldest groom in the mansion to be his wives!

Xiaoya scoffed, "Could it be that some little vixen in the young mistress's courtyard, who dislikes us, deliberately wrote this note to sow discord between us and the young mistress?"

Fu Feng spoke little but succinctly: "There's no smoke without fire."

Xiaoya pouted, then tightly tied the last bundle and said, "After Miss Wenqin was sent to the estate, only Wenhua remained in the young master's courtyard, able to share the young mistress's favor."

"I bet countless maids in the Fragrant Garden are eyeing the young master as a piece of fat meat. It's a pity we flattered the young mistress beforehand, which gave us the chance to rise to the top in one step."

Fu Feng frowned slightly, speaking of things that were completely unrelated.

"Today is the young lady's wedding day. Madam Wang only gave us two generous rewards, but she didn't let us serve her. I wonder what the young lady will look like in her wedding dress?"

Xiaoya sneered, "Girl, girl! They don't even recognize the two of us, what kind of girl are you calling us?"

She was just an orphaned daughter of a fallen merchant family; in our capital, that would be considered a lower-class person.

"You seem quite shrewd, yet you were still won over by her little favors."

Fu Feng wasn't that resistant to Hua Si Rong. "Our indentures aren't in Miss Biao's hands. It's understandable that she's worried about using us."

Xiaoya scoffed, "Alright, alright. Your daughter's already married to someone else, so stop praising her in front of me, it's useless!"

Fu Feng's gaze fell again on the note she was holding. "Xiao Ya, what if what's on this note is true?"

Upon hearing this, Fufeng broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiaoya also dropped her aggressive demeanor and asked nervously, "No, no way."

"Young Madam, are you trying to discard me after I've served my purpose?"

If this were within the inner quarters, Yuan Tiaotiao probably wouldn't have acted so simply and brutally.

She had only been married into the Marquis's household for a short time, and it was the perfect time for her to win people's hearts.

They made Xiaoya and Fufeng do things for them one day, and then kicked them when they were down the next.

With such methods, who in this Marquis's mansion will be willing to sincerely serve the Yuan family in the future?

Fufeng also hoped it was just a false alarm, but she was definitely more mature than Xiaoya.

"It's better to believe it's true than not. Let's not leave Qingwu Courtyard for now."

Xiaoya was eager to leave Qingwu Courtyard. She picked up her bundle and said, "If you won't leave, I will. Sister Dujuan promised us on behalf of the young mistress earlier."

Once we've taken care of things, the young mistress can't just abandon me.

I'll go there right away and ask. I refuse to believe that the young mistress would be so untrustworthy!

As Fu Feng watched Xiao Ya's departing figure, he secretly regretted his actions.

What she regretted was that she should have tried harder to prove her loyalty when Hua Sirong was in Qingwu Courtyard.

But there's no going back in life. Although she told Xiaoya not to leave Qingwu Courtyard easily, she was by no means the type to sit idly by and wait for her fate.

She had to use her connections within the household to find out if the information on the note was true or false.

The truth is, the moment Xiaoya stepped into Mixiang Garden, she was pinned down by the old woman, given sleeping pills, gagged, and taken to the stables.

Things happened so fast that very few people in the entire Marquis's mansion knew about it.

Fufeng was one of them, mainly because she had been secretly spying on Xiaoya.

She knew Xiaoya's temperament well; she couldn't stand being provoked.

Sure enough, this probing stone revealed a path to survival for Fufeng.

As night fell, Fufeng stealthily made his way to the only route He Zhizhang would take back to the inner courtyard.

She found an old dress that Hua Sirong had left in Qingwu Courtyard and put it on.

Hua Sirong originally intended to take everything from Qingwu Courtyard with her, but doing so would seem too heartless and rude.

So they discussed it with Granny Yan and decided to wait until the third day after the wedding to collect the remaining items and take them with them, so as to save face for both sides.

This gave Fufeng an opportunity, and she inadvertently learned of He Zhizhang's hidden feelings for Hua Sirong.

For the sake of his future, Fufeng decided to take a bold gamble.

At worst, she would marry a stable boy or die in a foreign land.

He Zhizhang drank a few extra cups today and stayed until it was quite late before heading to the inner courtyard.

Unfortunately, he saw a figure that looked remarkably like Hua Sirong from behind. For a moment, he thought that Hua Sirong had not married and that only He Zhihuan was getting married today.

Before he could even ask a question, Fu Feng, as if suddenly noticing He Zhizhang, quickly knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

"Please be kind to Your Highness. I have disturbed your peace, so please punish me lightly."

He Zhizhang looked at the girl's slender figure and the exposed section of her white, jade-like neck, which appeared both aloof and captivating under the moonlight.

"Which courtyard do you serve in?" His drunken state was evident in his words.

Fufeng replied shyly, "This servant was sent by the manor to Qingwu Courtyard to serve Miss Biao. Today is Miss Biao's special day, and tonight is Miss Biao's wedding night."

"It's too lonely for me to be alone in this huge Qingwu Courtyard, so I took advantage of the night when no one was around to take a walk in the garden."

He Zhizhang seemed to have taken a word or phrase to heart, and blurted out a lie, "Are you the only one in Qingwu Courtyard? I have nothing to do right now, so I might as well come with you."

Fu Feng was overjoyed, but she didn't show it on her face. "Yes, this servant will lead the way for you."

He Zhizhang did not ask Qiu Yi to accompany him because he was going back to the inner courtyard.

It was all such a coincidence that Fufeng led He Zhizhang to Qingwu Courtyard.

Carrying a lantern, she gently and softly recounted to He Zhizhang the daily life of the young lady in Qingwu Courtyard.

It was as if she were Hua Sirong's most intimate and loyal maid.

As the saying goes, a beautiful woman looks more beautiful under the lamplight, especially since He Zhizhang was drunk and still thinking about someone he loved but couldn't have.

Fu Feng teased He Zhizhang intentionally or unintentionally, and while helping him up, she frequently increased physical contact.

After seeing Hua Sirong's dormitory, He Zhizhang could no longer restrain himself.

Fearing that He Zhizhang would hold her accountable and dislike her afterward, Fu Feng, despite her fluttering heart and burning heat, scolded He Zhizhang, "Young Master, this is Miss Biao's room. We cannot do this here."

"This servant lives in the east wing. This servant requests that Your Highness go to the east wing..." she pleaded shyly.

He Zhizhang's remaining rationality was shattered by the wedding dress in the room.

It was the wedding dress that He Er had kindly sent, which had been deliberately forgotten in Qingwu Courtyard.

He Zhizhang's eyes turned red as he ordered Fufeng, "Put on your wedding dress."

Fu Feng was initially surprised, then delighted, but she refused, saying, "This servant is of lowly rank, how dare I wear Miss Biao's wedding dress?"

Moreover, this wedding dress is bright red; even if I were fortunate enough to serve the young master, I would not dare wear this color.

He Zhizhang pinched Fufeng's chin and said, "If I tell you to wear it, then wear it."