Wei Zhao didn’t take it to heart at all.

Since Liang Rui came in, he didn’t even say a few words.

But now, he laughed.

As if he’d heard a ridiculous joke.

"Liang Yue is in chaos?"

"Liang Rui, don’t take yourself too seriously?"

"Even if you are favored by Liang Yue’s Emperor, your brothers can replace you at any time, right?"

"Lower your stance in front of me."

He stood up and heavily pressed his hand on Liang Yue’s shoulder.

"Understand?"

————

The sky was just right.

No one knew what would happen in the next instant.

The Imperial Palace seemed calm, with no sign of any disturbance.

Emperor Ying’s face looked quite unpleasant.

He had just summoned Bao Pu, then put him under house arrest.

This person’s words were truly unpleasant to hear!

He actually said.

——When one rises, one falls.

The meaning was quite tactful. Obviously, he was too cautious of his identity to speak plainly.

But Emperor Ying knew that what he meant was the better Ying Yin got, the worse he became.

Absurd!

He’s the emperor, who can affect him!

Even though he was getting older, his health was still very good! How could the Fifth Prince have Dragon Energy!

But Bao Pu’s fortune-telling skills are really... not small.

At least, he hadn’t ordered the head of the rumor-spreading demon killed!

No matter what, he began to find Ying Yin unpleasant, and in recent days, he increasingly promoted the Second Prince, Ying Zhi, and the Fourth Prince, Ying Cheng.

He even started to be wary of his confidant, Minister Yang.

Emperor Ying: "Go to Cining Palace."

He was indeed a filial son.

Every few days, he had to go see the Empress Dowager to show respect.

"Yes!"

Mr. Tu hurriedly instructed the servants below to prepare the sedan chair.

Just then, a nanny came briskly, smiling and bowing.

"Your Majesty."

Mr. Tu knew the emperor was displeased: "Nanny Zhao, is there something from Li Pin?"

The nanny knelt on the ground, not daring to lift her head.

"Today there’s a night market outside the palace, and the Lady wishes to ask His Majesty for a favor, to go out of the palace and have a look."

Mr. Tu: ...

If it were a normal time, taking advantage of His Majesty’s good mood, he might have allowed it.

But His Majesty was full of anger with no outlet right now.

Sure enough, Emperor Ying got angry.

"Nonsense!"

He scolded sternly with a dark face.

Frightened, the servants fell to their knees, and the nanny, not expecting this, shook like a sieve.

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

"Is she the most troublesome one? Previously, when the concubines were pregnant, how many were there who, relying on the fact that they had a piece of flesh in their belly, behaved so recklessly? Leaving the palace? How is she being wronged in the palace? If she is jostled outside and affects her pregnancy, how many heads does she have enough to behead!"

After saying that, he didn’t wait for the sedan chair and left with a stern face.

But he thought of something.

Last time at the night market, something had happened.

People crowded, and there was a stampede incident by the moat.

Emperor Ying knitted his brows and was about to give instructions to let the people below be more careful and not to cause any deaths again.

Someone came over hastily.

Mr. Tu’s eyes flickered slightly when he saw the person.

He went over to say a few words and quickly returned.

"Your Majesty."

He lowered his voice, murmuring close to Emperor Ying’s ear.

"The Duchess Shun has gone out."

Emperor Ying paused slightly, a different emotion flashed through his angry eyes.

————

The streets were louder than usual, becoming even more bustling to an abnormal degree.

Yu Tingwan found it quite novel.

Especially upon hearing that the main event was at night when all thousands of houses would be lit up.

She lingered a bit at one stall, then lingered a bit at another.

Until, with sharp eyes, she saw Yang Jingshu and Zhou Yurou walking together in the distance.

She saw it, and Shen Zhiyi naturally saw it too: "Yang Jingshu’s eyes are higher than the heavens, she used to look down on Zhou Yurou, that pretentious white lotus, why would she stoop low and walk with her now? She must be up to no good."

Yang Jingshu indeed looked down on Zhou Yurou.

Speaking now, her eyes were slanted.

She led the way into the teahouse in front, entering a private room on the second floor.

"I had a fall some time ago, I think you’ve heard of it."

She had no intention of letting Zhou Yurou sit, just looked at her with a half-smile.

"But I am the Fourth Prince Consort personally appointed by His Majesty, and you..."

Yang Jingshu stabbed straight into her heart: "You are different."

"The marriage is off, I heard now not even Ning Yunling is fawning over you anymore?"

"Now, respectable families, none of them want to marry you."

"What a pity, you used to be in the limelight before. Plunging into hell overnight, the taste isn’t pleasant, right?"

Zhou Yurou’s face turned pale, almost tearing the handkerchief she was clutching.

Her body swayed slightly: "What exactly does Miss Yang want to say to me?"

With tears in her eyes, possibly pitiable: "Is it to insult me deliberately?"

Yang Jingshu was disdainful.

What about Zhou Yurou was worth insulting.

Just a clown.

"Don’t you hate her?"

She pointedly said: "Everything was because Yu Tingwan mingled in it, that you and I ended up in such an awkward position."

"Without her, it wouldn’t be like this."

Zhou Yurou hated it.

But what could she do?

Yu Tingwan was indeed difficult to deal with.

But she wasn’t stupid.

"What does Miss Yang want me to do?"

The commotion here was soon overheard by Tan Jiang, who had followed to eavesdrop.

She returned to whisper in Yu Tingwan’s ear, recounting everything verbatim.

Shen Zhiyi: "Pah, that one with a black heart!"

Yu Tingwan, biting into a candied hawthorn, didn’t take it to heart.

She just felt a bit unsettled.

After all, she knew what would happen after dark.

As time passed, the twilight was swallowed, and the sky gradually darkened.

The streets surged with people, the brilliant lights illuminating as vendors hawked their wares one after another.

Zhou Yurou came over carrying a lantern, her face showing just the right amount of surprise.

"Never thought I’d bump into the General’s wife here."

Shen Zhiyi: "Tch."

Zhou Yurou’s smile didn’t dim, as if seeing her for the first time.

"Miss Shen is here too, what a coincidence."

Shen Zhiyi continued: "Bad luck."

Zhou Yurou’s face stiffened.

Very angry!

"Miss Shen. Why do you always look down on me? I know I haven’t wronged you in any way."

Shen Zhiyi coldly: "Can’t you just die? You annoy me just by putting on an act in front of me. You still..."

Yu Tingwan, feeling she had a better temperament than Shen Zhiyi, pulled Shen Zhiyi gently.

"Alright, how can you target Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Yurou was surprised at Yu Tingwan easing the situation for her.

She played the part of a white lotus, first apologizing to Shen Zhiyi.

"Sorry, no matter what, if I made you unhappy, it’s my fault."

Shen Zhiyi: ...

Yu Tingwan: "So touching. What kind of bad intentions could such a gentle girl like Miss Zhou have?"

Shen Zhiyi: ??

What, couldn’t you see through her act?

Zhou Yurou: ??

Facing Yu Tingwan’s smiling face, she felt inexplicably uneasy.

She tentatively asked: "I wonder if Rou’er has the honor to stroll the night market with the lady."

Her fragile eyes quivered slightly: "I truly envy you all..."

Yu Tingwan: "No."

She sighed gloomily: "You talk too much, I’m quite busy."

Really too tedious.

She stated.

"But I can’t just let you come for nothing."

She didn’t get why everyone wouldn’t learn their lesson, but she was quite scary when taking revenge.

Thinking of something, Yu Tingwan began to smile, not feeling depraved at all.

She understandingly, softly negotiated: "Come on, quickly, get me into trouble, will you?"