After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Wen Ningwan was dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked gracefully across the red carpet at the gate, brushing shoulders with a group of noble ladies.

Relying on her high family background, she did not take these noble ladies seriously at all. But when they talked about Wen Ranyan, she subconsciously stopped and said those derogatory words just now.

Upon seeing this, the ladies fell silent.

Wen Ningwan raised her chin slightly, her narrow and long phoenix eyes slightly tilted, revealing a bit of charm and arrogance. She looked down at the noble ladies for a few times, then glanced sideways and gave Wen Ranyan a straight look.

"The Spring Banquet is attended by legitimate daughters of aristocratic families. Now, you, a concubine's daughter, can also be invited. It's really like taking advantage of the power of the phoenix. The pheasant can live under the same roof with the phoenix."

Wen Ningwan wore a veil today for some reason, so her face couldn't be seen, but her intimidating and sharp demeanor was still the same.

Especially when he saw Wen Ranyan wearing gorgeous clothes and jewels, her appearance was even more outstanding than the day she returned home. Her brilliance seemed to outshine the heaven and earth. Such a beautiful face actually outshined him for no reason.

How dare a concubine's daughter compete with a pearl?

Wen Ningwan felt very uncomfortable, and her eyes became more fierce and fierce.

"Sister." Wen Ranyan stood under the bright light, facing her from a distance, and said with a gentle smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you wearing a veil? Is this a new makeup style that has emerged in Beijing? It really has a different and lively taste."

After these words were spoken, the noble ladies also looked up at her veil with a hint of curiosity.

Wen Ningwan had been looking domineering at first, but after hearing her words, she was like a cat that had suddenly woken up. She covered her face with her veil in panic, her eyes full of guilt and anxiety, not knowing what was wrong.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Ningwan frowned, her voice rising: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Wen Ranyan realized that she had said something wrong and could not help but cover her lips, leaving only a pair of almond-shaped eyes exposed as she blinked innocently, her eyes trembling and watery, making her look particularly delicate and pitiful.

To others, this attitude seemed like Wen Ningwan was bullying her by relying on her status.

Wen Ningwan was even more embarrassed. She swung her sleeves in anger and snorted as she left, "Pretending."

Wen Ranyan's gaze fell on her fluttering veil. Through the lifted corner of the veil, she could vaguely see some malignant sores on her fair face.

It was red and swollen, and pus was oozing out of it, but in a moment, everything disappeared.

The corners of her lips suddenly raised, and I didn't know what she was laughing at.

"Madam, wearing a veil is not a new look." Sijin had long been fed up with Wen Ningwan's arrogant attitude. Now that she was gone, she had no scruples and spoke freely: "I heard that Prime Minister Wen's legitimate daughter was possessed by an evil spirit."

Wen Ranyan's almond-shaped eyes flickered unconsciously, but she said, "Possessed? Do not use supernatural powers or anything like that in the Princess's palace."

When Sijin heard this, she deliberately lowered her voice and said, "I am not talking nonsense. This is true. On the day you and the master returned home, she was possessed by evil spirits. For some reason, sores appeared all over her face. At night, she knelt in the backyard as if she had lost her soul, and she was mumbling something. I don't know what she was kneeling for. If this isn't possessing evil spirits, what else could it be?"

The master and servant entered the mansion while talking.

The eldest princess's mansion was extremely luxurious, with pearl lamp niches and glazed tile paving.

There are rows of magnificent towers and golden palaces, rockery and strange rocks are scattered in an orderly manner, the paths in the courtyard are winding, and after walking through the corridor, you will see that the main hall is large and spacious, and the mahogany columns are all engraved with cloud patterns, which is splendid and colorful.

Under the sunlight, there is a green and golden glow, and the waves are shining brightly.

Wen Ranyan's eyes reflected this magnificent scene, but she still shrank her shoulders, as if she was shocked: "That's really terrible, is there no way to cure it?"

Si Jin gloated over the misfortune and said, "I have consulted many witches, but none of them can help. I don't know if Wen Ningwan is just a tough person, but she managed to survive like this. Now she doesn't kneel down to worship, but her face is still not fully healed."

Wen Ranyan frowned, and a smile that was hard to understand appeared on her lips again: "You're not fully recovered yet and you're coming to the Spring Festival Banquet. Sister really doesn't take care of her body."

That’s what she said. How could Wen Ningwan get away with anything in front of her?

Since she likes to ask people to kneel so much, she was kind enough to let her kneel as much as she wanted. Now, she should be very happy, right?

Si Jin felt aggrieved: "Why does Madam still call her "sister"? She doesn't consider you as a relative."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's eyebrows instantly dimmed, and she forced a smile and said, "Don't break the rules outside, or else people will catch you and lose face for your husband."

Sijin: “…” Madam, please don’t love me too much.

When we arrived at the inner courtyard, it was spring time and the courtyard was full of flowers of all colors.

There are countless tables under the shady green trees, on which are placed cold fruit plates, a bunch of precious flowers, and green plants beside them. It is truly a spring scene, elegant and relaxing.

The sun shone on the glazed stone path, sparkling with golden light as if covered with a layer of light gold foil. The noble ladies stood in twos and threes among the flowers and trees, laughing and chatting. From time to time, their silver bell-like laughter could be heard, which was extremely pleasant to the ears.

When Wen Ranyan arrived, no one greeted her, and even the conversation and laughter became a little quieter, as if everyone was afraid and worried.

But she did not feel any embarrassment or discomfort. She stood casually among the flowers, and she was even more beautiful than the flowers.

"You are actually Madam Feng. It was my fault that I didn't recognize you when we parted in such a hurry that day."

A clear and distant female voice reached Wen Ranyan's ears.

Wen Ranyan looked back and saw Shen Zhixiang, who was wearing a light purple dress, walking towards her.

Even though she was attending such a grand banquet, she did not dress up deliberately. The plain and solemn light purple dress was particularly suitable, highlighting her noble and elegant temperament.

She was not wearing official uniform, and her usual solemnity and dignity was somewhat diluted, while the scholarly air unique to a scholarly family was stronger, like an invaluable ancient painting.

"Sir Shen." Wen Ranyan smiled and bowed, saying, "It's my fault that I didn't introduce myself. How can I blame Sir Shen?"

Shen Zhixiang smiled at her and said, "Although the banquet has not started yet, Madam Feng, would you like to come with me and sit over there? You are standing here alone, what if you get bored?"

Knowing that she was trying to help him out, Wen Ranyan smiled even more brilliantly: "Okay, I just happen to be a little tired."

The two of them held each other and leaned against the table in the corner.

The cold dried fruits on the table were edible, and Wen Ranyan unconsciously grabbed a handful of raisins in her hand.

"Sister Shen, you made it so hard for me to find you."

The two had just sat down and exchanged names, and the cushions were not even warm yet, when a female voice as clear and sweet as a bird was heard. Then, a small person rushed over and threw Shen Zhixiang into his arms.

Shen Zhixiang held her waist indulgently, fearing that she would fall.

Wen Ranyan also looked over there curiously.

The little guy laughed for a while and then got off Shen Zhixiang. She must be a noble lady from some family. She was dressed very neatly and appropriately. She was wearing a green embroidered jacket, which made her shoulders look sharp and her waist look slim.

She had a beautiful hanging bun with a few light-colored permed flowers in her hair and a green headband hanging on her shoulders. Her face was pretty and sweet, and when she smiled, her eyes were like a crescent moon, clean and clear, as if she knew nothing about the world.

"But is that enough?"

Although Shen Zhixiang's words were meant to be a reprimand, her tone was not harsh, but rather gentle: "Sit down when you've had enough fun. This place is not like home. You're laughing and joking like this, and you have no rules. You're just making a fool of yourself."