The maid sighed and shook her head.

To reassure the Commandery Princess, she had to say, "Commandery Princess, think about it. Once you marry Heir Ming Yang, both the young master and the master will be saved."

"Not only that, but you can also write to Princess Cui Cuo of Great Chu, asking her to speak for justice on your behalf."

"With Great Chu’s support, and a strong maternal family backing you, Heir Ming Yang will not dare to bully you so easily again."

Yuan Ruxin’s eyes were red, feeling extremely aggrieved.

If it weren’t for the little emperor of Yan Country targeting her family in every way, she wouldn’t be in such a predicament.

Thinking of this, she realized she had no retreat.

After all, the maid was right; it would take at least a month to travel from here to Great Chu.

She could wait, but her father and brother couldn’t afford any delay.

Yuan Ruxin had no choice but to nod reluctantly, "I understand. It’s just a birthday banquet. I’ll go."

The maid then smiled with joy, "I’ll go and inform the house servants of Prince Li Zheng Mansion."

Yuan Ruxin sat in front of the mirror, her beautiful face tinged with a trace of gloom.

She had a competitive personality, having been pampered from a young age, she was somewhat willful and headstrong.

That day, just as she arrived in Great Qin, her boat was hit by Heir Ming Yang.

The other party did not apologize. After learning it was her, he even declared he wouldn’t compensate.

How could such a rude man become her husband?

Yuan Ruxin wiped away her tears.

Staring at the mirror, she huffed, "Since it’s like this, don’t blame me for messing up your birthday banquet!"

If she couldn’t resist and had to marry him, a little mischief wouldn’t be too much, right?

...

On the day of Heir Ming Yang’s birthday banquet.

Song Qingrui rode in the same carriage as Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce.

Song Qingying said she was going to the temple, so she left early and would meet them at Prince Li Zheng Mansion.

"Sister Jing, help me see. Though the red spots have faded a lot, there’s still a mark. I applied make-up thickly. Can it still be seen?"

Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but laugh, "You’ve asked that eight times since we left home."

"Rest assured, it’s covered up very well. You can’t see a thing, and the make-up isn’t thick, making you look even fairer and prettier."

Today, Song Qingrui dressed up specially.

As they say, women dress for those they admire; there’s no mistake about it.

Today, she wore delicate gold jewelry, matching the precious purple dress Bai Zhi’er gave her.

With fair skin and perfectly applied make-up, she looked both elegant and luxurious.

With Bai Zhi’er’s compliments, Song Qingrui felt even more confident.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Feng Fuce, sitting across from her with his eyes closed, resting.

Song Qingrui leaned close to Bai Zhi’er’s ear, covering her mouth and whispering, "It seems he is more favored, and I support that he pairs well with you more."

"Not only does he look at you with burning eyes, but I also see you always like to stick to him."

Bai Zhi’er’s delicate face suddenly flushed red!

She hurriedly covered Song Qingrui’s mouth, "Shh!"

Brother Ce has exceptional hearing, what’s she babbling about!

Bai Zhi’er, full of guilt, quickly glanced over at Feng Fuce.

Fortunately, he kept his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Hopefully, he didn’t hear it!

When the carriage arrived at Prince Li Zheng Mansion.

Song Qingrui was the first to let the maid help her down.

When Bai Zhi’er was led down by Feng Fuce after stepping out of the carriage.

He suddenly bent down and asked by her side, "When did you cling to me? It’s always me chasing you."

Bai Zhi’er stood there, her face as red as a brilliant sunset.

She awkwardly laughed, "Qingrui was just joking!"