A meal ended in discord.

Zhi’er and the others enjoyed their food well enough, yet Duke Huan and his group left with their hearts filled with frustration.

Upon returning to the East Garden.

Zhi’er arranged: "When it’s time for that so-called Heir Ming Yang’s birthday banquet, I’ll go with Brother Fu Ce."

"Tomorrow, Guoguo will follow Duke Huan to meet the Song family’s relatives, Sixth Brother, you accompany him."

Otherwise, Zhi’er wouldn’t be at ease if Guoguo went alone with Duke Huan.

The Sixth Prince listened, casting a cold glance at Feng Fuce.

"And him, will he stay here with you, sister?"

Zhi’er blinked her round eyes: "Yes."

Xingye pursed his lips, protested briefly, "Could he go with Guoguo, while I stay here with you?"

Feng Fuce crossed his arms and sneered: "Afraid I’d eat her up?"

Xingye nodded earnestly, uttering coldly, "Yes."

Feng Fuce narrowed his deep eyes.

If he truly wanted to eat, could Xingye, a mere mortal, truly stop him?

Zhi’er waved her hand, her eyes round and bright: "Alright, alright, don’t argue."

"So be it, tomorrow Brother Fu Ce and Sixth Brother will go together, accompany Guoguo to meet the Song family’s relatives."

"With you both as double protection, I feel more assured."

Feng Fuce furrowed his brows, with Xingye simultaneously questioning: "What about you?"

Zhi’er blinked gently: "I’m not going anywhere, just staying at the residence."

Feng Fuce seemed reluctant to agree.

But Zhi’er insisted on her decision.

In the end, they agreed that Feng Fuce would leave a few Xiu Luo Envoys hidden in the shadows to protect Zhi’er.

Truthfully, their worries were somewhat excessive.

Zhi’er’s abilities had long surpassed those of mere mortals like Duke Huan’s group.

Early the next morning, Guoguo, Feng Fuce, and Xingye set off together.

In the carriage, Duke Huan, noticing Feng Fuce and the others tagging along, was visibly unhappy.

"Chuan’er, we’re going to meet our ancestors’ relatives, bringing along these outsiders isn’t proper."

Yet, Guoguo responded firmly: "These two are my benefactors, and they just happen to want to experience the splendor of the Capital City, so they’re joining us."

"Moreover, what are you worried about? They are very principled people, they won’t cause any trouble."

Duke Huan could only bear with it.

Zhi’er woke up late, almost noon.

The maidservants had long prepared the meal and delivered it to her room.

It must be said, Madam Wei, although she didn’t favor them, was very good at putting on a facade.

No one could find a single fault in her.

Zhi’er, satisfied and full, thought of strolling around the East Garden.

Just then, a maid stepped into the courtyard with graceful steps.

"Is Miss Jing available? Our Fifth Miss requests her presence."

Zhi’er turned her head to look at her.

What little trick was Song Qingrui planning now?

She asked crisply: "What for?"

The maid lowered her head and replied: "Today, people from Jinyi Pavilion have arrived, bringing many vibrant and beautiful fabrics."

"Our Miss mentioned that since Miss Jing is a friend of the young master, she is also her friend, so she wants to invite Miss Jing to choose a piece of fabric."

Zhi’er understood instantly.

Song Qingrui wanted to create trouble again.

She likely waited for Zhi’er to come, hoping to mock her over taking a piece of fabric.

Zhi’er smiled with narrowed eyes: "Alright, please lead the way."

Go then!

Let’s see who ends up embarrassed; it’s still uncertain.

When dealing with someone who likes to stir trouble, Zhi’er would never be polite.

She would make them admit defeat, never daring to provoke again!