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Was he trying to seize the power in his hands?

Nanny Zhao is a wise man, she had muddled her way through life, how could she not understand the meaning behind An Lingge's words?

She looked up in surprise and saw An Lingge's gentle and shallow smile.

Nanny Zhao didn't know if An Lingge was thinking for her sake, or if she was suspicious of him.

She wanted to refute him, but seeing Bi Zhu holding onto her arm and staring at her coldly, she turned the topic.

"Eldest Miss dotes on this old servant. This old servant is truly grateful."

Seeing Nanny Zhao retreating unwillingly, Bi Zhu's round face revealed a bright smile. She spat towards the direction Nanny Zhao left in, "Old servant, you also want to climb onto Miss's head and act mighty!"

An Lingge laughed. Bi Zhu had never liked Nanny Zhao, but now that she had caused him to lose face, he was afraid that she would be happier than him.

A few days of time passed in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it was time for the Spring Festival.

The day before the Spring Festival, the embroidery mother of the Heaven's Clothing Workshop had already brought the clothes over. Bi Zhu was staring at the golden butterfly pattern and brocade spring gown, unable to recover from her daze.

An Lingge was already a beauty to begin with. With her timid personality and lowered head, more than half of her face had been covered by that old haughty appearance. Naturally, no one paid attention to her appearance.

Ever since she fell into the water and woke up, An Lingge had always been faceless. She had always been wearing plain clothes, which made her face look even more gorgeous.

Initially, Bi Zhu thought she was used to the Miss's appearance, but looking at An Lingge wearing the exquisite spring shirt now, she still felt surprised.

She looked at the person in the bronze mirror. Her skin was white and full of snow, her lips were like white. Her eyes under her curved eyebrows were black and bright, even more beautiful than the black crystal from the Western Regions.

An Lingge's slender and thin white neck was as beautiful as a water lotus in a pond during the middle of summer.

She wore a bun, and a green phoenix hairpin with burning blue dots sat diagonally on her head. A string of transparent crystal beads hung from her forehead, and her charming eyes were filled with boundless elegance.

"Young miss is so pretty," Bi Zhu praised her sincerely, then put away the cosmetics she had prepared. "Before, I had only heard about beauties of nature from others, but did not know what kind of beauty was, only after seeing young miss did I know that these words, ah, are meant for young miss."

An Lingge looked at herself in the mirror. Without the cowardly temperament and old age Chen Qiu's disguise, he finally showed the vitality a girl should have.

She smiled and glanced at Bi Zhu, "I can't tell, but Bi Zhu still knows how to use such flowery words."

In the past, Bi Zhu was shy. After more than a month of turmoil, she finally became much more cheerful.

Bi Zhu giggled as she walked towards the door.

As the Old Mistress and the rest had just returned to their residence, the second and third rooms urgently needed to establish their own network in the capital. The people of Madam Wang, Madam Zheng and An Lingyi were all dressed extravagantly, and the Madam Li and An Lingyi were no exception.

An Lingge guessed that An Lingxue wouldn't be wearing the clothes made from Heaven's Clothing Workshop, so he only glanced at her briefly before retracting her gaze.

However, when An Lingyi saw An Lingxue, a trace of displeasure quickly flashed across her face.

"Why is Sister Little Xue dressed in such clean clothes?"

An Lingyi looked at An Lingxue's face that was somewhat similar to her, and jealousy filled her eyes.

She had always known that An Lingge was prettier than she was, but An Lingge was stupid, being fooled by the Nanny Zhao with just a few casual words, she was like a parvenu who wore gold and wore silver, adding that cowardly temperament, she was completely inconspicuous in the crowd.

But now, An Lingge seemed to have opened her eyes. She was no longer dressed in colorful clothes, but instead revealed her originally gorgeous face.

Even An Lingxue, who came from the Ancestral House, did not lose out to her in terms of appearance, and even had a hint of a delicate and pitiful appearance.

Moreover, An Lingyi and An Lingxue were both cute and adorable people, but when An Lingyi acted arrogantly and placed An Lingxue together with her, it was naturally An Lingxue who was more likeable.

How could An Lingyi, who had always been the center of attention, endure this? One or two of them came to steal her limelight, how could she still show off her skills in the palace and attract Hereditary Prince Mu's attention?

After An Lingxue heard this, she clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly as if she was hesitating. With a timid expression on her face, she asked, "Can I not wear this?"

"Yesterday, the clothes sent over by the Heaven's Clothing Workshop were accidentally stained by the servant girl. That's why I found this piece of clothes. If I can't wear it like this, I'll go back and change it back now."

"No need, it's quite nice to wear it like this."

The old lady's voice transmitted over, she looked at An Lingyi with a faint unhappiness.

Even though she had left the capital for more than ten years, she had fought in the harem for most of her life when she was young. How could she not know that An Lingyi was just jealous of An Lingxue, and that's why she evaluated him?

To the madame, even if they were granddaughters, An Lingxue was the direct descendant and An Lingyi was the concubine, their values were different.

Moreover, An Lingxue grew up in front of her. Other than the blood relation between them, the old mistress and An Lingxue had also had a ten-odd years of family ties. From this point of view, An Lingyi's position in the old lady's heart was far inferior to her.

Since the two of them had a conflict, the old lady immediately took over An Lingxue's side.

"Today is the Imperial Palace's Spring Festival, it's a joyous day. Sister Little Xue is dressed so plainly, that makes people think that she's just guarding, that it's not good."

Mourning?

The madame's face trembled. As an old man, she did not like hearing about people dying and dying. She felt like she was about to step into a coffin.

Her gaze fell on An Lingxue's body, and she started to frown.

Although she said that she wanted to dress herself in filial piety, An Lingxue's clothes were too clean. From afar, she really looked like a mourner.

Unlucky!

"Little Xue's clothes are too pure, but it's too late to go back and change now." She turned her head to look at nanny, "Get someone to take out a few beautiful pieces of jewelry from Second Young Miss's makeup box.

nanny very quickly took out a few pieces of jewelry and put them on An Lingxue.

The madame nodded her head in satisfaction and got onto the carriage with the help of the nanny.