Feng Xuxu heard the news and lifted her gaze sweepingly, frowning with difficulty, she said, "My maid is outside the residence, and all my clothes are on the carriage. Perhaps, I could ask my maid..."

"Miss Feng, there’s no need to worry. Why should your sister have to make another trip when our residence has already prepared clothes? You only need to come with me to change," the maid replied.

After hearing the maid’s words, Feng Xuxu’s face wore a shallow smile, her long eyelashes masking the icy cold light in her eyes.

"Your Prince Mo Residence really is different, even preparing clothes in advance for guests. Your master has really gone through so much trouble," Feng Xuxu remarked.

"Uh. Yes, that is the case. It’s usual for our residence to prepare some clothes and such whenever we hold a banquet, just in case of emergencies." Xiaocui’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback. She hadn’t expected Feng Xuxu to be so perceptive. Most other young ladies would be more concerned about their appearance, not willing to be seen in a dress stained with tea, let alone pay attention to other matters. Feng Xuxu really was unique; her master’s taste was indeed extraordinary.

"Sister?" Tinglan moved forward anxiously, tugging at Feng Xuxu, her clear, spirited eyes betraying her inner unease.

"Tinglan, look, sister’s clothes are all dirty. Will you accompany your sister to change clothes?" Holding Tinglan’s hand, she gently patted it as a sign of encouragement.

"Okay, I’ll follow sister," Tinglan replied.

Xiaocui slowly closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and then led Feng Xuxu and Tinglan towards the back courtyard with a smile.

"Stop right there." A sharp and stern voice arose from behind, and the three of them turned around at the sound.

They saw a woman in a pink dress, her hair arranged in a peony bun, her face covered in thick makeup, followed by two maids.

Feng Dongzhi was wandering around the back garden in a foul mood due to the Prince’s wedding that day and had not expected to run straight into her foe.

"Pff. Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this not Feng Xuxu herself! I thought you were so great, so why is your clothing in such a state? Look at this, what a mess! Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you have no clothes, I could give you one," Feng Dongzhi said with an exaggerated finger pinch, lifting the hem of Feng Xuxu’s outer garment with a twisted mouth, her tone dripping with scorn and sarcasm.

Xiaocui, not expecting the lady to appear at this time and to have an entanglement with Feng Xuxu, quickly stepped forward to greet her: "Xiaocui pays respects to the lady."

Tinglan glared sideways at Feng Dongzhi, about to step forward when Feng Xuxu pulled her back, shaking her head at Tinglan. Tinglan pouted and reluctantly turned her head away.

Seeing this, Feng Xuxu simply tightened her grip on Tinglan’s hand, blinked at her, and only after ensuring Tinglan was no longer acting petulantly did she turn her head to look at Feng Dongzhi.

Realizing that the servant was from the Prince’s side, Feng Dongzhi did not want to make things too difficult and haughtily responded with a light, nasal tone, "Mhm, rise." Fluttering a handkerchief, she glanced askance, tilting her head up to a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the sky in the distance.

"Thank you, my lady." Xiaocui, with her head bowed, secretly rolled her eyes in disgust; once her thanks were delivered, she got up and tried to lead Feng Xuxu away to change her dress.

Feng Xuxu glanced at Xiaocui, then turned her phoenix eyes back to Feng Dongzhi, who looked utterly clueless.

With a faint smile, Feng Xuxu circled around Feng Dongzhi, sizing her up from head to toe. Then, abruptly, she let out a mocking laugh, the sarcasm clear.

"Heh heh heh, Feng Dongzhi, oh Feng Dongzhi, you really should take a look at yourself. Your face is painted up like an old brothel keeper, and your dress is even more like a courtesan’s. You don’t even spare your poor hair, sticking it up like a pheasant’s. Oh, but comparing you to a pheasant is really an insult to the pheasant—after all, a pheasant’s tail is real. How many of those things in your hair are?" Feng Xuxu teased, scrutinizing the hair ornamentation, causing Feng Dongzhi’s gaze to drift and her guilt to become palpable.