Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

The voice of Princess An Ran is deeper than other women of her age, somewhat rigid, and her demeanor at this moment is indifferent and distant, making her words chilling to the bone.

Yunuo shrank her neck, her smile unchanged but showing signs of strain.

After all, she is Miss Du Family; even as a concubine-born daughter, she wouldn’t lack clothes to wear. Beyond the seasonal new dresses, the Liao Family, when getting good materials, would make Yunuo two suits. According to the Liao Family, those materials suitable for young ladies should be given to Yunuo. Otherwise, wearing them herself would evoke ridicule.

Yunuo rarely visits the Duke Jing Mansion; how could Princess An Ran have seen all her clothes?

But now, such cold and somewhat annoyed words come forth...

Anyone could see it’s because Princess An Ran wore a red feather cloak while Yunuo wore a red gorilla felt; both were dressed in red.

Yunuo deeply regretted it at this moment.

She knew Princess An Ran loved to wear red, and today, post-snow plum-viewing, red snow jackets are eye-catching in the snow—Princess An Ran must be dressed in bold red. Why was she so foolish...

The cape was fastened by the Liao Family.

With the Liao Family’s current mindset, she wished Princess An Ran would befriend Mu Lianhui, and the happy outing of the young ladies would be good news for the Duke Jing Mansion, assuring peace for the Old Master and Aunt Liao, avoiding any troubles, meaning she didn’t intentionally invite trouble for Yunuo and Princess An Ran.

Yunuo understood that the Liao Family was careless in her joy.

Just like she herself.

But now she was here, where could she find another cape in a different color?

No matter how tangled her thoughts, Yunuo responded with a smile: "This cape was given to me by Mother."

Bringing up the Liao Family, even if Princess An Ran is displeased, she must show some respect.

Sure enough, Princess An Ran snorted coldly and stopped bothering Yunuo, instead glaring fixedly at Yunluo.

Her long phoenix eyes were full of hatred and jealousy, and if her eyes could spit flames, Yunluo would be burnt by her.

Yunluo wasn’t unfamiliar with such a gaze.

Before, Princess An Ran looked at her the same way, even though she was married at the time, with husband and children, she still glared at Yunluo fiercely.

Yunluo had no desire for trouble, but she knew too well the temperament of Princess An Ran. If she backed down now, the princess would only think her easy to bully, bringing endless troubles. So she raised her chin slightly and met Princess An Ran’s gaze with a smile.

"You..." Princess An Ran gritted her teeth, reading only arrogance and ridicule from Yunluo’s eyes.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Mu Lianhui suddenly grabbed Yunluo’s hand, breaking the balance: "Is this the Du Family’s Fifth Sister? How should I address you? Third brother’s wife?"

Her voice was delightful, crisp as silver bells when she laughed, but her words added fuel to the fire.

Princess An Ran’s expression turned more awkward.

Yunluo turned to Mu Lianhui, bowed in courtesy: "Lady, please just call me Yunluo."

Even though her marriage to Mu Lianxiao was certain, it wasn’t settled yet, and being addressed as "third brother’s wife" did no good for her reputation.

Mu Lianhui covered her mouth, laughing: "Yunluo, I was joking with you. How dare I call you that; if the household knew, not only would the Old Madam and my mother be angry, but Ah Shao would also be annoyed."

Yunluo lowered her eyes, no longer responding.

Indeed, in both her past and present life, Mu Lianhui always spoke with pitfalls.

Yunluo didn’t respond, but Mu Lianhui didn’t mind, calling over a maid: "The three sisters should go to the Warm Pavilion first; I’ll wait here for the other sisters."

The guiding maid bowed and took the command.

Princess An Ran walked ahead, followed by Yunuo and Yunluo.

The Warm Pavilion was at the northwest corner of Wangmei Garden, surrounded by a spacious plum garden with pebble paths. From afar, the fragrant air wafted.

Snow fell last night, to enhance today’s plum viewing pleasure. Besides the pebble path, the rest of the garden wasn’t cleared; even the plum branches had snow, and when a northern breeze blew, it fell and splashed snow spray.

Yunuo muttered: "It’s really beautiful."

Princess An Ran paused, snorting: "Cousin is seeing a plum garden like this for the first time, right? The plum blossoms here are fine, but much inferior to those in the palace."

Yunuo didn’t mind inwardly, but said: "Princess, someone of my status hardly gets the chance to see plum blossoms in the palace; it’s a blessing to be invited here to enjoy them. Unlike the Princess, born into the Duke Mansion, widely knowledgeable."

These words seemed to please Princess An Ran, who pursed her lips and stopped rebutting.

Yunluo slightly curved her lips; Princess An Ran, aiming to belittle Yunuo, was speaking nonsense.

Though she hadn’t seen the palace’s plum blossoms, if the palace’s garden were superior, why did the late Emperor build Wangmei Garden?

Since it was built for the then Mei Fei, now Imperial Consort, it must be well-made, with clever craftsmen and gardeners making it better than the palace’s.

Yunluo discreetly glanced at Yunuo, seeing her enjoying herself, knowing she was perceptive as well.

The Warm Pavilion had many braziers; even with open windows for plum viewing, it wasn’t cold at all.

Maids served refreshments and tea.

Princess An Ran sat by the window, while Yunluo, without hesitation, sat at the other end, signaling she had no wish to engage with Princess An Ran.

Holding a teacup, Princess An Ran glared viciously at Yunluo.

Yunuo was torn, but steeled herself, sitting beside Yunluo.

After all, pleasing Princess An Ran brought her no benefits, while Yunluo was her sister; leaving her cold here, what would she tell Mrs. Xia in Lianfu Garden later?

Seeing Yunuo sit nearby, Yunluo took a piece of lily cake from the tray, handing it over: "Last time, the palace sent snacks, and Fourth Sister mentioned how delicious the lily cake is. I heard Wangmei Garden’s cooks were also from the Imperial Kitchen; give it a try."

Yunuo accepted and took a bite: "It’s so fragrant."

Princess An Ran’s face turned grim.

If she aimed to belittle these two, implying the Imperial Kitchen’s lily cake was bad, she’d surely be daft.

While Yunuo was eating, footsteps approached the Warm Pavilion, prompting her to look toward the sound, finding two unfamiliar girls.

Yunluo also glanced, her eyes suddenly tensing, stunned.

One, in her youth, donned a peacock green feather cloak, lively and animated, while the other wore clothes neither new nor old with no beautiful accessories. But her presence was enough to stupefy Yunluo.

It was Shi Lian’er.

The Shi Lian’er who shouldn’t have appeared in Wangmei Garden at all.