After getting into the carriage, Feng Ninghe subconsciously reached out and lifted a corner of the curtain, casting her gaze towards the plaque of Willow Face Pavilion.
"Eldest Miss, many people from the capital wish to curry favor with the Pavilion Master of Willow Face Pavilion. Although Sixth Master was invited to the First Prince's birthday, he went to great lengths privately. If you can befriend Willow Face Pavilion, I wonder how many people are envious."
Chi Xia's eyes were filled with emotion.
Who would have thought that the former good-for-nothing eldest miss would become such a sought-after figure overnight?
"I don't have much acquaintance with Sixth Master. On the contrary, I still owe him a favor. In short, as long as we don't become enemies, it's good enough."
Feng Ninghe spoke softly, slowly lowering the curtain and retracting her gaze.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the Duke Zhenguo's mansion.
"Eldest Miss, that carriage looks very familiar."
Sharp-eyed Chi Xia immediately spotted a carriage slowly approaching the Duke Zhenguo's mansion not far away.
The carriage was luxurious and exquisite, and the pair of jade carvings on the carriage door shone brilliantly under the sunlight.
Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, a trace of disdain in her eyes, and snorted softly, "As expected of the First Prince. Even though his treasury has been emptied, he can still ride in such a luxurious carriage."
If she had known this earlier, she shouldn't have just emptied the treasury.
She should have completely destroyed the First Prince's mansion.
Chi Xia nodded with slight approval, "The First Prince is, after all, a prince. Just this carriage alone is so magnificent; it's not something an ordinary person can afford to ride."
Feng Ninghe nimbly jumped off the carriage and walked into the mansion on her own.
"Feng Ninghe!"
A deep, angry male voice came from behind her.
The moment the male voice sounded, she frowned and had no intention of responding, instead quickening her pace.
Following closely behind her was Baili Ye.
"Feng Ninghe, are you guilty? You don't even dare to look me in the eye now?"
Baili Ye strode to her front and blocked her path, his eyes filled with rage, his face ashen.
Even if he couldn't marry Feng Ninghe, he could still choose a suitable person from other noble families to marry.
Now that the imperial decree had been issued, even if he didn't want to marry Feng Tongtong, he had to.
Looking at the furious face in front of her, a hint of annoyance involuntarily appeared on Feng Ninghe's face. She squinted at him, "Why would I be guilty and not dare to look you in the eye?"
"Did you ask the Emperor of Li to issue a decree for me to marry the Third Miss?"
Baili Ye could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, gritting his teeth.
A single imperial decree had restricted his life.
Feng Ninghe nodded without hesitation, stating righteously, "That's right, I asked the Emperor of Li to grant an imperial decree. You and the Third Miss are in love, so this imperial decree should suit your wishes perfectly, shouldn't it?"
"Feng Ninghe! You did it on purpose!"
Baili Ye was so angry that his face contorted, his eyes like a jackal's, staring at her fiercely.
Those eyes seemed capable of devouring people, wanting to tear her apart alive. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Feng Ninghe smiled it away, her eyes icy, her voice light and airy with a hint of nonchalance, "Doesn't the First Prince want to marry the Third Miss? I'm just helping you out. Why are you so angry?"
Baili Ye's eyes widened in anger, and he reached out to tightly grab her hand, as if wanting to tear her apart.
"Feng Ninghe, what are you doing!"
Feng Tongtong rushed over in a hurry, quickly darting in front of Baili Ye and blocking them, constantly accusing her, "The First Prince and I are about to get married. In broad daylight, you deliberately cling to my fiancé. What are your intentions?"
Feng Ninghe deliberately took a step back, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her arm that had just been grabbed with a look of disgust.
"Third Miss, this imperial decree for your marriage was obtained by me when I went to the palace to see the Emperor of Li. By rights, shouldn't you be thanking me? Why are you slandering me?"
The clear female voice reached Feng Tongtong's ears, and her face froze.
In front of Feng Tongtong, Baili Ye couldn't act rashly and remained silent, his brows furrowed.
"You went to the palace to ask for it?"
Feng Tongtong, for fear of mishearing, specifically reached out and rubbed her ears, "Would you be so kind as to go to the palace to ask for an imperial decree?"
Feng Ninghe didn't care about her questioning and smiled softly, "Otherwise, why do you think the Emperor of Li would grant an imperial decree for no reason?"
Baili Ye snorted softly, "It's true that she went to the palace to ask the Emperor of Li to grant an imperial decree, but her intentions are unknown."
He also firmly believed in his heart that Feng Ninghe had done it deliberately.
She intended to make him a laughingstock.
The matter of Feng Tongtong's hair being ruined and her sleeping in the same room with an outsider had caused a great stir.
Who knew what people would discuss about him and his fiancée in private.
"Feng Ninghe, you've always had ill intentions. Who knows what wicked scheme you're hiding this time!"
Feng Tongtong's eyes darted around, fixed on Feng Ninghe.
She also believed that Feng Ninghe had ulterior motives and had surely dug a pit in secret.
Facing the questioning, Feng Ninghe smiled it away, not taking Feng Tongtong's words to heart.
"As your elder sister, I wish you a happy wedding."
With that, she turned to leave.
Feng Tongtong's sharp female voice, however, came from behind her with a hint of resentment, "Feng Ninghe, a weasel wishing the chickens a Happy New Year means no good. I am about to marry the First Prince, don't you dare have any ideas about the First Prince. If you hadn't broken into my room late at night, I wouldn't have..."
Before she could finish speaking, Feng Tongtong paused as if she had thought of something, and her voice stopped abruptly.
With Baili Ye by her side, she absolutely could not reveal that her cultivation had been crippled before the wedding, lest it cause further complications.
Feng Ninghe stopped, her red lips curving slightly, "Third Miss, you said I broke into your room, and then what? What did I do? I have no recollection and don't know what happened at all. Why don't you try to recall, Third Miss?"
"Tongtong, she broke into your room too?"
Baili Ye was extremely surprised, and he subconsciously swept his gaze towards Feng Ninghe, his eyes full of thought.
Feng Tongtong couldn't reveal the truth of the matter, so she could only suppress her anger, "Feng Ninghe, don't slander me wantonly. In short, stay away from the First Prince. This marriage was decreed by the Emperor of Li with an imperial decree. No one can ruin this marriage."
Feng Ninghe shrugged indifferently, her eyes cold, her thin, cool female voice falling casually, "Then I wish Third Miss and the First Prince a harmonious union for a hundred years."
Mentioning the marriage, Baili Ye's expression stiffened slightly.
Seeing Baili Ye's displeased expression, Feng Tongtong leaned in with concern, asking, "First Prince brother, why is your complexion so bad? Are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing Feng Tongtong, Baili Ye couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance, "The wedding is a bit rushed, and I was caught off guard. I haven't prepared anything. With the treasury stolen, I'm afraid I can't give you a grand wedding."
Feng Tongtong didn't care about this.
She took Baili Ye's hand and said affectionately, "As long as I can marry the First Prince, it's the best for me."
Baili Ye felt a wave of annoyance, and looking at the delicate face in front of him, he felt even more restless.
He absolutely could not sit idly by; he had to think of a way...