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The long, winding queues were both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

"The last time there was such a grand ceremony was when the Prince of Huai married his princess."

The gasp reached Su Ling's ears; the face that was deliberately disguised was almost ferocious.

Such a grand wedding was only worthy of her, yet it belonged to two other people, whether it was Miss Cui or Song Qingning, which drove her mad with jealousy.

The lively noise drowned out her resentful curses.

The wedding procession had just passed a fork in the road when they encountered the imperial carriage from the palace.

The imperial carriage stopped, signaling the wedding procession to proceed first.

Two people were seated in the imperial carriage.

Its majestic black color was so noble that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The people knelt on the ground. Through the gauze curtain, the young emperor on the imperial carriage held the hand of the woman beside him, his gaze on her focused and tender.

Su Ling was so jealous that her eyes were practically blazing with fire.

Song Qingning, sitting in the imperial carriage, felt that burning, hate-filled gaze.

Song Qingning looked around and saw ordinary people everywhere, men, women, young and old, all holding the celebratory money distributed by the Prince's Mansion, their faces full of joy.

That gaze is no longer there.

But she truly felt that intense hatred and resentment just now; it wasn't an illusion.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing Song Qingning frown, Xie Xuanjin immediately asked anxiously.

"It's nothing." Song Qingning looked away.

"Are you really alright?"

Xie Xuanjin was still worried.

He was relieved only when Song Qingning smiled and he was certain that she was not unwell.

But this is only a temporary reassurance.

"You are pregnant, so it's alright if you don't go to the Prince's residence today."

Xie Xuanjin held Song Qingning's hand tighter. "There are many people at the Prince's Mansion today, so it's bound to be noisy and might disturb you."

The warmth of her palm gave Song Qingning a sense of inexplicable peace.

She was becoming more and more accustomed to Xie Xuanjin's presence. "There are many people today, and it's lively. I want to join in the fun. Yunli's wedding is a big event, how could I not be there to offer my congratulations?"

Song Qingning lowered her eyes and glanced at her wrist, where a thin fabric covered the jade bracelet.

Although Xie Xuanjin didn't say many things, she could guess the general idea from the information Xie Rouan unintentionally revealed during their casual conversation when she came to the palace before contacting her.

Rouan said that Xie Yunli had been away from Beijing for more than half a month, and must be on some official business.

Song Qingning secretly calculated the time; the jade bracelet came into her possession almost immediately after Xie Yunli returned to the capital.

After the wedding procession passed, the imperial carriage set off again.

The wind lifted the dark gauze curtain and slightly lifted Song Qingning's clothes on her wrist. Although it only lasted for a moment before falling down, in that instant, the jade bracelet was exposed to the air without any cover.

It came into someone's sight, and that person recognized it at a glance.

Even after the imperial carriage disappeared from sight, Su Ling's body continued to tremble uncontrollably.

She saw it!

She saw it!

A man approached from the crowd, noticing her unusual behavior. He merely grabbed her wrist, and before he could ask anything, Su Ling excitedly pointed at the departing imperial carriage and roared, "That's mine! That's my jade bracelet!"

Her jade bracelet was actually on Song Qingning's wrist!

Xie Yunli set up a scheme to save her, and all of that was for Song Qingning!

"No, I want it back..." Su Ling hissed in a low voice, "Didn't you say you had a way to get me into the Prince's mansion? Where's your way? Let me in now."

Su Ling's face was contorted with rage.

The man frowned; he did have a way to get into the Prince's residence.

But he was afraid that Su Ling would cause trouble again.

"You forgot, you promised to help me!" Su Ling urged.

Seeing his hesitation, she tried to coax him, "I know you like Xie Rou'an, but Xie Rou'an only cares about landscapes and her shabby paintings, she's not interested in you."

"She's a princess. How many talented young men from prominent families in the capital aren't better than you?"

"Whoever marries her will rise to the top. If you want her, you'd better listen to me!"

"Today, just today, help me get in, and I'll grant your wish today."

Sure enough, the hesitation in the man's eyes gradually eased. "Can you really give me what I want?"

"Why don't you take a gamble?"

bet?!

He was driven out of the Prince's mansion by Xie Rouan, and despite his repeated visits, he was turned away at the door.

Xie Rouan disregarded the friendship they had shared along the way and almost ruined his future.

But he had finally met such a "benefactor" and had traveled with her all the way, painstakingly winning her favor. How could he easily let go?

He wanted to be Xie Rouan's husband, no matter what means he used.

"What are you going to do?" The man pulled Su Ling aside to a secluded spot and asked seriously.

Hatred flickered in Su Ling's eyes. "I have my own methods. Just let me into the palace, and I promise I'll grant your wish."

The man hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Come with me."

Outside the Prince Li's Mansion.

The wedding procession circled the city. When the bride arrived at the Prince's Mansion at the auspicious hour, a maidservant sneaked out from the back gate of the mansion, carrying a package, and stuffed it into a carriage parked deep in an alley.

Not long after, someone stepped out of the carriage.

The woman, dressed as a maid in the Prince's mansion, lowered her head and followed the old woman into the mansion.

"I only allowed you to sneak in because of your brother, so you could broaden your horizons. I know what your purpose is. Today is a joyous occasion at the Prince's Mansion, with many high-ranking officials and nobles present. It's inevitable that some of them will get drunk. If you can befriend one of them, you'll have no worries about future wealth and honor."

The old woman stopped and turned to look at Su Ling.

Before Su Ling arrived, she deliberately applied many freckles to her face and intentionally made herself look ugly so that no one would recognize her.

When the old woman saw her appearance, she frowned.

"Thank you, Granny." Su Ling composed herself and followed her guess. "After it's done, I will definitely give you more money as a reward."

"Then I wish you success," the nanny said, then suddenly remembered something and reminded her, "You can have designs on anyone, but you absolutely cannot set your sights on our Prince. Today is his joyous occasion; you mustn't ruin things, otherwise, not only the Prince, but even the Princess..."

The old woman paused, then asked, "Did you remember?"

"Got it!"

Of course she remembered!

She remembered very clearly in her mind the purpose of her visit today.

Before the nanny could finish her instructions, someone called her from a distance. The nanny hurriedly gave another warning, "Make sure you remember this," and then quickly left.

The malice in Su Ling's eyes, which she left behind, was finally no longer concealed.

Upon returning to the Prince's Mansion, she was greeted by festive red ribbons everywhere, with bright red "double happiness" characters plastered all over the place, all proclaiming to her the victory of Miss Cui.

It's too bright!

Su Ling walked to a spot, tore off the "double happiness" character from the window frame, and shredded it to pieces.

Suddenly, I heard crying coming from the room.

"Your Highness, why? Why isn't the woman who married you a servant?"

The woman's deep regret, mixed with her sobs, reached Su Ling's ears, every word clear and distinct.

Su Ling seemed to grasp something, her eyes narrowed, and she pressed herself closer to the window, wanting to hear more.