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She never expected that a banquet would lead to her losing her innocence and reputation. A group of servants knelt nearby, heads bowed, too afraid to approach. One bold maid stepped forward, trembling as she picked up the shards from the ground.
Xianglan hurriedly entered through the threshold and, seeing the mess, cautiously moved forward, whispering, "Miss, let’s clean this up." Li Ruofeng spoke up. She understood her daughter's frustration; as a mother, all she could do was refrain from stopping her. Allowing her to vent her anger was the only thing she could offer.
Xianglan called for the servants to come forward and handle the situation. Afterward, she bowed slightly and said, "I went to the Treasure Pavilion as you instructed to collect the jewelry, but the shopkeeper said that the custom-made headpieces would not be ready in time."
"This is too much! No matter what, they must deliver on time; otherwise, I will make them pay!" Gu Yanran exclaimed angrily. According to the calendar set by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, there were still two months until the wedding date, so the Treasure Pavilion should be able to deliver on time.
Now that the wedding date had been moved up and they needed immediate delivery, it was impossible for the Treasure Pavilion to provide the goods. The shopkeeper also mentioned that if we changed the delivery date without permission, we would have to compensate them financially. Xianglan glanced at Li Ruofeng and pressed her forehead again before continuing.
"Deliver as originally scheduled." The thought of losing money made Gu Yanran grit her teeth in frustration.
If a client unilaterally changes the delivery schedule, according to banquet regulations, they must pay a penalty for breach of contract.
Xianglan acknowledged this but remained hesitant in her stance. She cautiously glanced at Gu Yanran before continuing, "On my way here, everyone was saying that Miss is so eager for the Second Prince that she has lost all sense of propriety. The rumors from the brothels are even worse," she dared not speak further for fear that her mistress could not bear it.
Before she could finish speaking, Gu Yanran suddenly stood up and stepped harshly onto the hand of the maid who was crouched down picking up broken porcelain shards. She shouted loudly that Gu Qingning and her mother were nothing but seductive foxes who entrapped people’s hearts.
As her voice echoed in anger, Xianglan trembled in fear at Gu Yanran's fierce expression. She glanced at her mistress's twisted face and instinctively shrank back, too frightened to speak.
The shards dug into the maid's palm, sending waves of excruciating pain through her. Unable to endure it any longer, she attempted to pull her hand away from beneath Gu Yanran's foot. But at that moment, Gu Yanran's gloomy demeanor radiated venomous intensity like a snake ready to strike; she exuded an aura of menace that instilled terror in the maid, causing her to withdraw her hand again.
With veins bulging on her forehead, Gu Yanran pressed down hard on the maid's hand as if trying to crush all her hatred, resentment, and jealousy beneath her feet. The frenzied Gu Yanran completely terrified Li Ruofeng into silence.
Seeing Gu Yanran’s ferocious expression and stealing a glance at the sweating maid in pain beneath her foot made Xianglan tremble uncontrollably; she was so frightened that she could barely stand upright.
"Yan'er, listen to your mother. The most important thing for you now is to win the heart of the Second Prince. Once he ascends to the throne as Crown Prince, you will become the Crown Princess. At that time, Gu Qingning will have no choice but to kneel before you."
Li Ruofeng, who had regained her composure, approached Gu Yanran and tried to comfort her.
For over a decade, no one dared to challenge Li Ruofeng's position as the legitimate wife of the Second House, not only because of her daughter Gu Yanran but also because she understood a crucial truth: a woman in the inner court must never lose favor.
Once a woman loses a man's affection, it is akin to losing her protective charm.
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