“No, she should be called the King of Yi’s wife now.”
“Heh, King of Yi’s wife? Probably in two years, she won’t even be called that.”
“Indeed. Some are destined to never become phoenixes, only wild geese… perhaps even a lonely goose…”
Hearing these remarks, Ning Wanwan understood Zheng Jiayuan’s hint but was puzzled as to what Shaoyin hoped to gain from humiliating her in such a manner.
Finally, she realized why Shaoyin had invited her to appreciate flowers and smiled sincerely at Shaoyin, “Is that so?”
Then congratulations to Princess Shao Yin.”
Upon hearing this, Shao Yin’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, seemingly perceiving this as an unexpected reaction.
Ning Wanwan couldn’t engage in mind games with Shao Yin, so she led Fu Yi to appreciate the flowers instead.
After a while, Yang Zhiru and Zheng Jiayuan quickly pulled Ning Wanwan aside.
“Wanwan, you’ve never participated in such gatherings before. Why did you come today?” Yang Zhiru asked.
Ning Wanwan replied, “Just feeling bored, out for a stroll.”
Zheng Jiayuan regretfully added, “If I had known you would come, I should have visited your mansion to warn you. Shao Yin clearly has ill intentions this time, using her engagement to the Crown Prince to humiliate you.”
“Humiliation? What are you talking about?”
Zheng Jiayuan and Yang Zhiru exchanged glances, then carefully said, “Everyone says you were rejected by the Crown Prince and became a discarded wife, with no one wanting you. The King of Yi exchanged a life-saving token for your marriage, essentially just to entertain himself before dying. Everyone is waiting to see you regret becoming a widow.”
Ning Wanwan frowned and remained silent.
Yang Zhiru sighed, “Ah, ever since you married into the King of Yi’s mansion, we sisters have had less contact. We didn’t dare visit casually. If you’re truly miserable, you can come find us to gather.”
Ning Wanwan smiled, “Marrying the King of Yi was my choice, and he treats me well. I’ve never regretted it; in fact, I’m very happy.”
Seeing Ning Wanwan’s calm demeanor, the two realized their concerns were unnecessary, and soon the three were chatting and laughing.
Suddenly, someone interrupted them. A man in brocade robes stood behind them, holding two small white porcelain wine bottles and looking at Ning Wanwan with a frivolous expression.
