Ning Xueyan walked up to the table and opened one of the boxes. She used her sharp fingernail to scrap the powder and placed them near her nose for a sniff. It was a light, natural fragrance. It was the type of face powder most popular among young ladies, whether in terms of texture or fragrance. She smirked. "Keep this and put it in the drawer. We can talk about it after I return."
The face powder was a top-notch product and exactly what she needed right now. Her monthly allowance wasn't even enough to pay for a box of it. Ning Ziyan's present had come at just the right timing.
This could be considered as a case of preparation averting peril. She would strike Madam Ling where it hurts at the right timing and use the face powder that her eldest daughter sent to ruin her second daughter. She wondered if Madam Ling would go mad over this.
"Young Lady, you must refrain from using cosmetics now or people will talk." Mother Han thought that Han Z
"Yes, Young Master Xia has been occupying his usual residence. He used to come here every now and then to offer incense. Every month, he would spend three nights here," the young novice monk immediately answered. Evidently, he was very familiar with Xia Yuhang. As expected, Xia Yuhang's habits remained unchanging. On the same few days every month, he would spend a few days in the Cold Mountain Temple. Others might not understand why, yet Ning Xueyan was well aware of the reason. "I see. Is he not returning to his manor today as well?" Ning Xueyan looked away and continued walking behind the young novice monk. If Xia Yuhang doesn't show up when his wife returns to her bridal home three days after their wedding, Ning Ziyan wouldn't be the only one would be humiliated. "You guessed correctly, Fifth Young Lady. I heard servants from the Minister's Manor came early this morning to persuade Young Master Xia to go home. Our Master Uncle, the one wh
The ladies chatted as they walked. Ning Ziyan didn't realize that Ning Xueyan was "accidentally" leading her down a trail. The winding path in the rear mountain of the Cold Mountain Temple was full of trails. Those who rarely came here would have no idea where these trails lead to. "Was Ning Ziyan threatening Lanning earlier?" Ning Xueyan glanced at Lanning. Sure enough, her maid's expression had changed. Even her face turned pale. However, she soon raised her head, deferentially saluted Ning Ziyan, and retreated behind Ning Xueyan. She was making it clear that she now belonged to Ning Xueyan. Ning Xueyan gave her a subtle nod. She had long known Lanning to be a clever girl. Lanning's refusal to speak had effectively ruined Ning Ziyan's plans. If Lanning really had to say something, she must at least get her master's permission. Ning Ziyan's abrupt arrival was prompted by her talking about Ning Ziying. Not even in a million yea
The woman who walked over in an "ordinary" manner kneeled and knocked her head hard on the ground before raising her head fearfully. She wasn't a great beauty but she was petite and had a pitiful look. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as if she had been bullied. "It's a misunderstanding, Young Madam. Young Master Xia saved me, settled me here, and even contacted my family for me. We're not really in a relationship. Please trust me, Madam. Let… Let me die to express my innocence." With that said, she abruptly stood up and acted as if she was going to throw herself at a nearby pillar and die. A panicked Xia Yuhang reached out to stop her. The woman's petite body fell into his tight embrace and she cried even harder. "Young Master Xia, you saved me. How could I allow others to misunderstand you? I'm… I'm but a piece of duckweed floating on a pond. I don't care about being mistaken as a lady from a brothel, but… how could I ruin your reputation? I…"
After falling into the water last time, Ning Ziyan had been ignored by Xia Yuhang for more than half a year. She had sneaked into Xia Manor afterward, kneeling down in front of Xia Yuhang for six hours with lightly dressed. She fainted later so Xia Yuhang forgave her reluctantly, and he warned her not to be against the woman. Seeing Xia Yuhang's reaction, Ning Ziyan knew he treated that woman differently, but who was this woman? Ning Ziyan was hesitating. Because Ning Xueyan's words had helped her just now, Ning Ziyan had a good feeling about her. She frowned a little when she heard what Ning Xueyan said and thought it made sense. However, she couldn't make up her mind. The main purpose of Ning Ziyan's coming to Cold Mountain Temple with Ning Xueyan is to glorify her reputation. She wanted people to know she was a filial daughter. And the reason why the funeral turned into a wedding was because of her unawareness. She needed to
Ning Xueyan had a nightmare again! She lifted her quilt, smiling ruefully, and stood up. Then she walked toward the table to grab a cup of cold tea, pouring in her mouth. But she was too weak to swallow the cold water. She poured in quickly, so she had to grasp her chest for a slight cough. Although she tried to do exercise every day, it seemed that she hadn't get better. Ning Xueyan was lost in thought, standing in the front of the window. She looked at the lightful dawn with frowning. She had been at Cold Mountain Temple for half a month. Several days ago, Mother Han wrote a letter to tell her that her uncle was about to come to the capital and today was the day of his coming. Ning Xueyan never met this uncle before, but Mother Han guaranteed to her this uncle would protect her. Therefore, Ning Xueyan planned to meet this uncle today, to verify whether Mother Han told the truth. Moreover, if she didn't go to see him, her uncle would inquir
"Move the hat away! It is an order! How dare you!" Ning Xueyan's reaction annoyed the guard. Using his sharp knife, the guard was about to kill her because nobody could do such things in front of Prince Yi. Prince Yi's arrogance was unexpected. His guard was even more arrogant than him. If the knife fell on her neck, she would die! She shunned back in panic and suddenly shouted loudly, "In command of my lord, I inquire for Prince Yi!" Ning Xueyan gritted her teeth tightly. Ghosts were difficult to deal with but it was easier to see Hades. Now that she was here, nothing could be worse. With some comeliness, Ning Xueyan's voice sounded tender like a girl, which was also alluring. So several men who were standing by the door were attracted and they came towards her. An elegant man in a white suit walked ahead. Inside the carriage with a long curtain, cold eyes fell upon Ning Xueyan's pure face at the same time. Looking carefully a
Thinking about it, Ning Xueyan took a bowl to Prince Yi and said, "Your Highness, your favor will be carved on my bones." She conveyed her appreciation to Prince Yi and also admitted who she was. Prince Yi suddenly burst into laughter. He used his hand for supporting the forehead. And his fingers which were white as the jade glided over his black robe but his beautiful voice was cold as hell. "Twice!" It wasn't a question, it was an affirmative sentence. Prince Yi was telling Ning Xueyan that he had certainly helped her twice. No matter she admitted it or not, when he thought it was, then it must be. He was the boss. Would he need anyone's favor? She couldn't imagine what the favor would be, maybe it would cost her life. Ning Xueyan felt her hands, which was hidden in the sleeves, trembling and swallowed some saliva unconsciously. Prince Yi's peaceful eyesight seemingly focused on her with the treach
"Come here, sit down." The madam showed thin happiness on her face with complex emotion emerging from the bottom of her eyes. There was a little sadness in her eyes. She reached out to point at the stone chair aside asking Ning Xueyan to sit down. "Yes, thanks a lot, my aunt!" Ning Xueyan calmed down immediately from the shock. The aunt in front of her was a smart woman. She might suspect Ning Xueyan's identity already, so she tested her by words all along. Ning Xueyan was aware that her pale face and the infirm body was the defect to lead to people's suspicions of her identity. However, Ning Xueyan was short-staffed. Although her two maids were gumptious, she still needed to handle something herself. She had no choice but to disguise as a manservant using a roomy robe to cover her track. But any experienced man could tell she was a skinny sick girl. "Yan'er, he is your uncle's son, you can call him Brother Hua. Hua'er, this is your Sister Y