"Lady, the Second Young Lady has come to see you," Hu Zhu, another maid posted outside the pavilion, announced respectfully.
Gu Shengyin's prediction had been accurate. From a distance, she soon spotted a delicate figure clad in white, gracefully making her way toward the pavilion.
She truly is a beauty, Gu Shengyin thought, silently admiring her.
Jiang Yunshan's features were undoubtedly striking—willow-like brows, almond-shaped eyes, and a face as fresh as a hibiscus flower. Combined with her timid, delicate demeanor, she embodied the type of woman who could easily win the affection of men.
By contrast, Jiang Lingzhen, though equally beautiful—her beauty said to rival that of legendary enchantresses—had inherited the sharp, noble features of her mother. Her phoenix eyes, proud brows, and naturally dignified bearing radiated authority. Raised to embody her noble lineage, she lacked the soft, submissive charm often associated with more demure women.
Before Jiang Yunshan even reached her, tears were already streaming down her face, prompting Gu Shengyin to stifle a bemused chuckle.
"Younger Sister has come to offer her sincerest apology. If I had been more attentive that day and advised you not to enter that crowded area, you would not have had to endure such suffering," Jiang Yunshan said, her expression tinged with remorse.
Gu Shengyin's smile turned cold. While Jiang Yunshan's words seemed apologetic, the implication was clear—Jiang Lingzhen's injury was her own fault for choosing to venture into the crowd.
Jiang Yunshan had rarely drawn attention to herself before, but today she was obviously putting on a performance. And it was likely for someone specific.
Gu Shengyin regarded her quietly, showing no reaction as Jiang Yunshan continued her act. Oh, you're putting on a show? Then I'll let you act to your heart's content.
Caught off guard by Gu Shengyin's indifferent response, Jiang Yunshan faltered. She had expected a response—anger, embarrassment, or even forgiveness—but instead, she was met with cold silence. Annoyed, she cast a sharp glance at Gu Shengyin's outfit. Her eyes fell on the long, crimson gown embroidered with blossoms and trimmed with gold, a symbol of unparalleled luxury.
Jealousy surged within her. The fabric of that gown was this year's most prized tribute—a gift so rare that only the Empress Dowager, the Empress, and Princess Wencheng had been allotted bolts of it. And now, Jiang Lingzhen wore it as though it were her birthright.
Swallowing her envy, Jiang Yunshan resolved to continue her act. Rubbing her eyes furiously, she ensured they were swollen and reddened for maximum effect. The strain was almost too much for her to bear, but just as her patience wore thin, the person she had been waiting for arrived.
"What's going on here?" a young man's voice interrupted.
The speaker was dressed in a spotless white robe cinched with a jade belt, his hair adorned with an ornate jade crest. His refined presence commanded attention.
It was Ji Ye, the Crown Prince of the realm and Jiang Lingzhen's betrothed.
"Your Highness," Gu Shengyin said with a calm smile as she rose to her feet and offered a graceful curtsy.
Ji Ye stepped forward, extending a hand to help her up. "Cousin, there's no need for such formalities between us. As your fiancé, I consider you family already."
Ji Ye, though not particularly sentimental, was content with his engagement to Jiang Lingzhen. Her noble lineage and extraordinary beauty were the envy of the entire capital. Many believed him fortunate to have her as his future Empress.
"Your Highness," Jiang Yunshan interjected softly, drawing his attention. Though she seethed inwardly at being ignored, she forced herself to curtsy demurely. "This humble one is Jiang Manor's Second Young Lady."
Ji Ye finally noticed Jiang Yunshan. Initially irritated at the interruption, his mood softened slightly as he took in her delicate, tear-streaked face. Her lowered gaze and the exposed curve of her neck were intentional, designed to highlight her vulnerability and allure.
He frowned briefly, trying to recall her identity. "Ah, you must be the low-born daughter of General Jiang."
The words were spoken casually, without malice, but they struck Jiang Yunshan like a blow. She struggled to maintain her composure, her expression flickering for an instant before she managed to plaster on a pitiful smile.
Gu Shengyin, observing the interaction, smiled faintly. Watching Jiang Yunshan's carefully crafted act falter was immensely satisfying. The game had only just begun, and Gu Shengyin intended to ensure that her opponent played it to the bitter end.
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