"Replace the Holy Maiden just because I married a man from a foreign nation?" Feng Xuxu really wanted to laugh. If she truly relinquished her position as the Holy Maiden, she wouldn’t have those troubles to disturb her anymore, and she wouldn’t be so tired.

"Xuxu, this matter is still under discussion; don’t you do anything rash now," Aunt Liao looked at Feng Xuxu, who was not only not angry but even smiling, and felt uneasy, fearing that Feng Xuxu might do something foolish.

"Auntie, it’s fine. If they really don’t let me be the Holy Maiden, I’d be overjoyed; why would I do anything foolish?"

"That’s good; otherwise, I’d feel guilty for a lifetime," she scolded Feng Xuxu with a glance.

Upon reaching the courtyard entrance and seeing the maids and nursemaids busily at work, either delivering water or tidying clothes, she turned to her uncle and said, "Uncle, it’s not a big deal. If I can’t be the Holy Maiden, just pick another outstanding woman from the Hidden Clan to fill the role. Don’t be unhappy over this."

"Silly girl, as long as you are happy, that’s what matters." He stretched out his large hand to tousle Feng Xuxu’s jet-black hair, smiling indulgently, then turned and entered the courtyard.

The originally clear sky began to fill with dark clouds, and a breeze arose. In a short while, the wind grew stronger and stronger.

Lan Lengyun looked at the sky in the distance, "Miss, it looks like there will be a downpour soon. We should head back now."

"En, let’s go." The two of them quickly walked back to the Peony Garden.

Not long after entering the room, a torrential rain began outside, with large raindrops pattering loudly against the windows.

The downpour didn’t last long; after an hour, it turned into a drizzle that continued through the night.

The next day dawned clear and sunny, the fiery sun high in the sky. The Prince Residence started to decorate with lanterns and streamers to prepare for the Miss’s wedding the day after tomorrow, bustling with incessant streams of people.

In the front courtyard, the uncle and cousin were receiving guests from all over, while in the back courtyard, the aunt and Feng Xuxu were entertaining the ladies and young misses from various families.

Since her time in the Prince Mo Residence, all the officials’ families were eager to connect with Feng Xuxu but had no opportunity. Now that Feng Xuxu and the Enchanting Prince were to be wed, using this chance, everyone of distinction in the Capital City sent their cards to pay a visit.

Feng Xuxu waded through the invitations, feeling quite troubled, and finally decided to invite everyone to the residence and throw a small banquet. That way, no one would be offended, and all could be seen at once. Upon hearing this, everyone, regardless of the muddy ground, brought their daughters in carriages to congratulate her, attempting to make their daughters familiar faces in Feng Xuxu’s eyes, and if possible, to seize the opportunity to become a concubine.

Whether they had sent cards or not, nearly everyone arrived that day, including scions and young misses from the five great families and other members of the Hidden Clan.

"Sister, I’ve come." Zongzheng Tinglan had been cooped up at home for several days and was finally let out today, though she still had a little tail following her.

"Xiaoxi pays her respects to Miss Feng." She bowed properly before Feng Xuxu.

"En, rise," Feng Xuxu gave a brief glance and saw that the girl’s gait was steady, clearly someone who had trained.

After Xiaoxi stood up, she retreated behind her mistress, keeping her head down and staying quiet.

"Hehe, Sister Feng, Yiyun offers her congratulations," Duanmu Yiyun said, then leaned forward slightly. After rising, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, giggling behind it.

Xiahou Wenyu glanced askance at Duanmu Yiyun and rolled her eyes, "Sigh, some people really put on airs. They are clearly not happy, yet they pretend to be joyful. I don’t know if they think themselves foolish, or if they think everyone else is."