Ning Wanwan lazily reclined on the couch, expressionlessly watching Lin Yuetong kneeling and crying. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, you’re saying all this for…?”
Ning Wanwan’s blue-black hair was styled in a cross-shaped bun, and she wore no hair ornaments, just three red plum blossom designs on her forehead that complemented her jade-like skin, giving her an ethereal nobility.
Some people didn’t need gold or jewelry to stand above others, making them unattainable.
Lin Yuetong’s eyes flashed with jealousy, but she suppressed it. Crawling to Ning Wanwan, she took her hand and looked up with teary eyes, pleading, “Sister, since childhood, Mother has always given you the best. If you wanted stars from the sky, she would risk her life to fetch them. For this kindness, please speak to Grandmother and ask her to spare Mother.”
Ning Wanwan had heard such words too many times. She ruthlessly pulled her hand away and said coldly, “I’m afraid I can do nothing.”
Lin Yuetong’s eyes darkened, and she dropped her head in despair, hatred churning inside her. She couldn’t understand why Ning Wanwan had become so cold and heartless. Had she discovered something?
Impatient, Ning Wanwan urged, “If there’s nothing else, you can leave. I want to rest.”
Lin Yuetong quickly looked up, “Sister, I have one more request.”
Ning Wanwan watched Lin Yuetong’s deep, dark eyes, unable to comprehend her shamelessness.
“What is it?” she asked, curious about Lin Yuetong’s intentions.
“Three days from now, the Empress will host a New Year’s banquet in the inner palace. I want to ask you to take me to the palace,” Lin Yuetong replied, her voice filled with anticipation. “I’ve already informed Father, and he agreed, asking for your opinion…”
Ning Wanwan smiled slightly, “Okay.”
As she approached the monument, she heard a voice announce: “Ning Guogong Manor’s Old Madam Ning, Ning Guogong Manor’s Yunxiang Junzhu.”
The curtains were lifted by two palace servants.
Ning Wanwan helped Old Madam Ning down from the carriage. Fuli had prepared hand warmers for them, tucked inside their sleeves, while they waited on the side for the palace servants’ instructions.
Suddenly, Ning Wanwan saw a carriage with the “Yi Wang Fu” nameplate stop across from the right wing. A cold-faced man in a blue-green outfit stood at the front, raising the curtain.
