Yan Xijun went to the Changqiu Palace after breakfast, accompanied by Wenqin. This was where generations of palace maidens had been trained in etiquette. The reason for choosing this location was that the Changqiu Palace was spacious and flat, with a pleasant landscape, and it was located at the farthest edge of the rear palace, some distance from the main halls of the imperial palace, so as not to disturb the emperor and his consorts.

  Along the way, the corridor twists and turns, and I dont know how many corridors Ive walked through, but finally arrived at Changqiu Palace.

  Yan Xijun gazed at the three robust and powerful large characters, dragon flying and phoenix dancing, one glance knew it was the imperial handwriting of the previous dynastys emperor, the vermilion lacquer on the horizontal board had been eroded by wind and rain for a long time, only these few words remained, still so dazzling.

  This grand Changchun Palace was built so magnificently and luxuriously, with vermilion eaves and carved corners. Its impossible that it was only used for training the etiquette of palace maidens. There must be other reasons behind this. Yan Xikun felt that each palace in the harem must have some sad and beautiful stories hidden within.

  "Make way for Miss, stop showing off at the door, do you think youre a lioness guarding the gate?" A loud and arrogant voice came from behind, Yan Xijun and Wenqin both turned back to look, seeing Jia Lifen leading a group of elegant women walking over with an air of confidence.

  "Whats going on? Isnt it a lion, but a small dog instead? As the saying goes, a good dog doesnt block the way, Miss Yan is blocking the door, whats the reason for this?" Jia Lis eyes were raised in mockery, her words full of sarcasm. As soon as she finished speaking, those maids couldnt help but burst out laughing, covering their mouths.

  Anyone who is not a fool or an idiot can hear Jia Lians obvious sarcastic remarks.

  Yan Xikun and Wen Qinxin understood the sarcasm and metaphor of Jia Lifen, Yan Xikun only slightly frowned, coldly gazing at these women who were covering their mouths and laughing loudly. However, Wen Qinxin was anxious to protect her master, her face turned red with rage, pointing at Jia Lifen she angrily shouted: "Dont you dare speak of my mistress! You...you...are the...dog!"

  Wen Qins last word was spoken very softly, as thin as a mosquitos voice, but it was still heard by Ji Li Xian with her sharp ears.

  "What did you say?" Jia Lixians face changed, and she stepped forward to face Wenqin, looking at her with a gloomy gaze.

  Wen Qin received Jia Lixians gloomy gaze, looked at her timidly, trembled with fear, and immediately hid behind Yan Xijun.

  Hearing the zither, she suddenly felt it was not right. Wasnt she supposed to protect Miss? How could she be a turtle hiding in its shell? Thinking of this, she stood up again, straightened her back and fearlessly stared at Jia Lifen: "You cant scold my miss."

  A crisp crack, the sound covered up all the laughter of the girls, and Wenqins delicate cheek suddenly had a clear five-finger mark.

  "Its been a long time since Ive taught someone a lesson," Jia Lixiang said with a pretentious air, shaking the hand that had done the hitting. "This cheap skull is really hard, my hand hurts from hitting it."

  "Who are you to interrupt when the master is speaking? You dont even know the rules. Im teaching you a lesson on behalf of your master, do you understand?" Jia Lian spoke in a gentle tone to Wen Qin, but her eyes were fixed on Yan Xiu Jun, with a provocative smile playing on her lips.

  "You...!?" Wen Qin rubbed her sore cheek, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at Jia Lifen, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

  "Miss Yan, Ive disciplined the servant for you. Are you satisfied?" Jia Lianxin said with a smile, but in her heart she thought, "I may not be able to deal with you for now, but cant I even handle you, Yihuan?"

  Yan Xijun looked at the marks on Wenqins face, a thread of heartache spreading across her eyes. She coldly gazed at Jia Lifens triumphant smile, and a surge of anger rose in her chest. Earlier, when she had struck Wenqin, she hadnt been able to stop herself, and now her heart was burning with fierce anger.

  Just as I was about to lose my composure, a cold glance swept across the room and saw that many of the palaces beauties were watching me with amusement in their eyes. My heart skipped a beat - the imperial palace is a place where rumors and scandals spread easily, and it would be unwise to stir up trouble.

  Yan Xijun sighed silently, for the time being she could only swallow her anger and listen to the zither. She would avenge this humiliation another day. Calming the flames of rage in her heart, she gazed at Jia Lians wife with a calm expression and said lightly: "As the saying goes, a good woman doesnt fight with a dog. Today I wont bother arguing with a mad dog that bites people randomly."

  She cant just stand up for Wenqin and get justice, but shes not a pushover either. She knows how to use words to mock people, and shes no worse than Jia Lifen at it.