The noble eldest daughter of the Duke of England’s household, yet as blank as a sheet of paper—it was clear she had been spoiled since childhood. White Qingqing had heard such remarks more than once. Deep down, she regretted it and wanted to make up for lost time by learning, but the princess consort had little patience to teach her, fearing she would bring shame to the royal household.

  Now, White Qingqing was eager to learn everything, willing to put in the effort. Under Madam Qiao’s patient guidance, everything was arranged meticulously. Even her eldest brother, White Yan, couldn’t help but praise her.

  “Seeing Qingqing manage everything so orderly, even I feel like inviting some guests to the mansion to admire the flowers.”

  “If you wish to invite them, then do so, Brother, just don’t think I’ve overlooked anything.”

  That was out of the question. It was Qingqing’s first time hosting a banquet, and White Yan’s pride in his sister was impossible to suppress. He eagerly sent out invitations, and before the Duke of England’s flower-viewing banquet had even begun, the atmosphere was already lively.

  White Yan carefully selected his guests—those who knew how to flatter, those with simple minds, and those who were tolerant and understanding…

  “Young Master, you’ve been holding onto the invitation for the Prince of Ping’s household. Should it be sent or not?”

  White Yan hesitated. His father was neither close nor distant with the Prince of Ping’s household, and their families occasionally interacted. It was only proper to send an invitation. However, rumors in Xuancheng suggested that the princess consort of Ping was selecting a wife for her son. Sending an invitation at this time might cause misunderstandings, which made him hesitant.

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  “Forget it, send it over. Whether they come or not is up to them.”

  Xuan Shu carefully put the invitation away and took out another red, gold-embossed invitation.

  “And this one…”

  “Just send it along the way. Every family in Xuancheng sends them, but no one ever shows up. We’ll do the same as usual.”

  White Yaoyao invited all her familiar friends, only to realize that her elder sister was busy with the banquet and hadn’t sent out many invitations herself.

  “Sister, are you too busy? Why don’t you make a guest list, and I’ll help invite them?”

  White Qingqing had just finished confirming the pastries needed for the event and was finally able to sit down for a breath. She shook her head at the suggestion.

  “I don’t have anyone I particularly want to invite.”

  “How could that be? Sister, haven’t you always been close to the ladies from the Gu and Tian families?”

  White Qingqing used to think so too. She believed she had good social connections and many friends, even feeling a little smug about it.

  But later, she realized that it was only because she was the Duke of England’s eldest daughter. Those people praised and flattered her because of her status.

  Once they saw that the Prince of Ping’s heir wasn’t particularly fond of her, those so-called friendships vanished. Who would still invest effort in a future princess consort who lacked favor?

  “I have many tasks to handle for this banquet and won’t have time to entertain. Let’s talk about it next time. Have you sent out all your invitations?”

  White Yaoyao’s attention shifted as she started discussing the people she wanted to invite.

  At the Prince of Ping’s residence, Fu Yi received White Yan’s invitation, feeling a mix of emotions.

  Of course, he wanted to go—only by visiting the White family could he see Qingqing. In this new life, all he wished for was to make up for the mistakes he had made toward her. However, she no longer appeared before him as she had in the past. His impatience burned within him, yet he was at a complete loss.

  “Young Master, the princess consort requests your presence.”

  Fu Yi instinctively tucked the invitation away before going to see his mother.

  His mother always carried herself with an air of superiority. Even when facing her own son, she maintained the dignity of a princess consort.

  Once the attendants were dismissed, she spoke lazily, “Did the White family send you an invitation?”