Chapter 111: Blowing Cold Wind, Guarding the Temple Gate

  It's cold today, so the spring banquet originally planned outdoors had to be moved indoors.

  When Sheng Jinxiu and others entered, there were already many people present.

  The seating arrangement had been decided long ago. As the Yong'an Marquis Manor was of merchant origin, it was almost at the very end, and even some minor officials in the capital were seated ahead of them.

  The noble lady who came in with them suddenly sneered: "Madam Yong'an, Miss Jinxiu, your seats are ready."

  "This position is really good, close to the gate, no need to walk a few more steps to enter."

  "...the place is still very bright and airy, with a gentle breeze that can be quite invigorating! Hehe~"

  "We can also help guard the gate for everyone, and we should all thank you!"

  Meng Qiuyu's face changed, and Sheng Dieyi followed behind him, also feeling extremely humiliated.

  Sheng Jinxiu smiled slightly and walked over a few steps, sitting down elegantly. She then took out her handkerchief and swept away the thin layer of snowflakes on the table: "The Heavenly Family's love is truly great, arranging such a good seat for me at Yong'an Marquis Manor. Yong'an Marquis Manor is deeply grateful!"

  "Mother, come sit down."

  "What Ji'er said was that today there are many people, and her spirit is even better."

  Meng Qiuyu pulled Sheng Dieyi over and sat down.

  Thunder and rain are all your kindness, and the magnificent display of Xiu's invisible slap in the face of those noblewomen.

  The location was arranged by the Empress Dowager and the Queen, and it was all settled with the Yong'an Marquis's household. If they still dare to mock, wouldn't that be mocking the imperial family itself?

  Moreover, why is it that this mother and daughter, who clearly have no extra accessories on them, can sit anywhere and look stunningly beautiful!

  Sheng Jinxiu wore a red dress, and it was unclear what material it was made of. She only had one hairpin on her head, with two red ribbons hanging down from it, made of the same fabric as her clothes... Yet she looked extremely beautiful, and her temperament was clear and cold, with an inexplicable elegance flowing all over her body.

  Meng Qiuyu only wore a simple woman's bun, using two side combs, and wore a dress with alternating light blue and bronze colors, adorned with rare but not eye-catching black pearls, warm and noble.

  The exquisite and elegant clothes of Sheng Die, trembling with her body shrinking her shoulders, looked humble and reserved, although she seemed pitifully thin, but only had a small family air...

  As a result, every time someone came in, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on the "gatekeeper" Yong'an Marquis's mansion, with either surprise on their face or admiration in their heart.

  What has happened to this "Number One Beauty of Kyoto"?

  Is she the legitimate daughter of Prince Yong'an, born from a merchant family, who is notoriously absurd and crazy?

  Is that the coarse and ugly Sheng Jin'ou who is full of copper smell?

  How did being abandoned by the Second Prince turn out to be a good thing? It made her even more radiant and captivating, making it impossible for people to ignore her?!

  But there were also people who continued to look down on Sheng Jinxiu.

  Hmph! But pretending to be elegant, relying on that luxurious attire to barely hold up a few points of stunning nobility...

  A merchant's daughter is just a merchant's daughter, she will never be able to climb up to a high social status!

  Look, the Empress Dowager and the Queen also think so, otherwise, why would they arrange for her to guard the gate?

  Today all the princes will choose their brides, and it's definitely not her turn...

  It turned out that Sheng Dieyi relied on a few clever and flirtatious tactics, and it was said that she had been chosen by the Second Prince, but no one knew whether she would be given the position of concubine or beauty.

  "Jin Xiu!"

  Song Feiyan rushed over with the stove in her arms from her own position.

  Her position was very close to the front, and she wasn't cold, so she picked up the brazier from her own desk and wanted to give it to Sheng Jinxiu.

  But because the stove was hot, she ran in a hurry and didn't notice that a jealous rich girl had secretly stretched out her foot.

  She stumbled and fell forward, and that stove full of red coals flew directly onto Rong Jin's face...