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An Lingge had never interacted with Zhang Wanyi before, she only knew that this lady had a cold personality and did not like to interact with others.

However, she quickly regained her senses and smiled. Although she was not very friendly, she did not lose her manners, "It's not that I was serious, it's just that I found this story very interesting, so I casually listened for a while."

Hearing her words, Zhang Wanyi could only suppress the curiosity in her heart.

She had always been raised as a standard daughter of a noble family, and had been pampered and raised by her family ever since she was young. How could she know what An Lingge was thinking?

He took the initiative to speak with An Lingge, "Just now, before you arrived, Teacher Deng told someone to come over and say that the Academy's assessment will be held tomorrow, and that all the students will be recruited tomorrow."

Only now did An Lingge hear the news, and knew that she was purposely reminding him, so that she would be prepared so that she would not make any mistakes in her panic tomorrow.

She thanked Zhang Wanyi seriously, and the two of them walked towards the door as they talked.

The Shang Shu Manor's carriage was already waiting there, so An Lingge bade farewell to Zhang Wan Yi, and without waiting for An Lingxue and the others, she sat on the carriage and returned to her house.

An Lingyi followed far behind An Lingge. Seeing the crystal tassel on her forehead, she knew that it was used to cover her wounds.

However, this wound wasn't too bad for a while. As time passed, the scar would only grow bigger and deeper until it completely destroyed her face!

Thinking about it this way, she was in a surprisingly good mood. She looked towards An Lingxue's direction, and then brought An Lingmeng along to get on the carriage.

The open rivalry and covert strife between the ladies of the mansion was like a fish hidden deep in the ocean. Although they couldn't see it, it was clearly there.

An Lingjun did not know where she got the information from, but the moment she entered the academy, she arrived at Parasol House.

"Elder sister, I heard that grandmother hurt you yesterday?"

He had just returned from the Imperial Palace yesterday, so he lived in the original courtyard. Because he was busy tidying up the courtyard, he only found out about this matter today.

The moment he heard that An Lingge was injured, An Lingjun hurried over. His gaze fell on the scar on his sister's forehead, and a vicious aura surfaced in his eyes.

"It's just that Grandmother accidentally hurt me in anger. It's nothing big." An Lingge did not take the wound to heart. Instead, she looked at An Lingjun from head to toe, her eyes filled with joy and joy, "To be able to return from the palace is a joyous occasion, you should pay respects to her grandmother and father first."

He had followed Ninth Prince to the Jingdu Academy yesterday, and upon returning, he immediately returned to his original residence. He basically did not visit the old mistress and Prince An at all.

A trace of annoyance flashed across An Lingjun's thin face, "Father isn't even worried about my life, why would I go to him? As for Grandmother, that's even stranger. I'm afraid Grandmother doesn't even know what I look like. "

He had been sent to the palace at such a young age. He had been so helpless and frightened that he had once begged his father not to send him to the palace.

However, when An Yingcheng heard the words of the Madam Li, he sent him to the Imperial Palace without hesitation.

Why would he pay a visit to such a cold-blooded and heartless father?

An Lingge felt her heart ache when she heard this, the Junge now hated her father and hated her grandmother, it was because she had suffered in the Imperial Palace, and felt like she had been abandoned by her closest family.

She reached out to touch the top of An Lingjun's head, and gently advised him, "No matter what, Father and Grandmother are still our elders, you should pay your respects when you return, this is a form of etiquette that cannot be lost. Moreover, there is also the Madam Li in this mansion that is eyeing you covetously. She would love for you to be so rude and disrespectful, so that she can say that you are wrong in front of her father. Could it be that you have the heart to let your Madam Li scheme you? "

Of course not.

An Lingjun's expression turned cold. He had stayed in the Imperial Palace for so many years, and her mind had long been more mature than her peers, so she naturally understood that Imperial Consort Yi secretly ordered Ninth Prince to humiliate him to curry favor with him. Wasn't this last part of the plan entirely her?

"But your injuries …" What if there was a scar?

An Lingjun did not speak the latter half of her sentence, her clean eyes filled with malice. She wished that she could take a teacup and throw it at An Lingxue and the Old Granny's heads, to let them have a taste of this too.

An Lingge removed the hole in the middle of her forehead and smiled to him, "Madam Li has already sent the ointment over, it is something only the Imperial Palace has. The effects are very good, it will not leave behind any scars."

"The Madam Li must have a conspiracy!" An Lingjun jumped up and down, as if hhertail was stepped on by someone, she huffed and puffed, his eyes were wide open, "Big sister, how can you use her things? Quickly throw that ointment away, I have an even better ointment for you. "

He took out a small brocade box from his bosom. It was wrapped in silk and sealed with wax, making it look quite mysterious.

"Where did you get this?" Seeing the embroidered box, An Lingge's face changed.

In her previous life, she had been sent to the palace by the empress dowager and had seen this brocade box in her palace. Because it was wrapped very beautifully, it left a very deep impression on her.

Later on, she heard from the palace that this was an ointment that the late emperor had found the world's most powerful alchemist and had spent three months to make. Because the medicinal ingredients used were so rare, even the empress dowager only produced three of them.

Not to mention being able to live or die, but he definitely had to be able to keep his appearance young.

Regardless of whether the ointment in the embroidered box was that magical, just from this legend, one could tell how rare it was.

But how could such a rare medicinal paste fall into the hands of the Junge?

Seeing her expression wasn't good, An Lingjun's heart jumped. He was afraid that something might happen, so he told her the truth, "This was given to me by someone else, they said it was some superior medicine, they told me to give it to big sister."

Although Junge was not that cautious, but he was not the type of person who would casually take things from others, why would he give things from others to himself?

An Lingge frowned even more, "Who gave you this?"

Hearing her words, An Lingjun became silent instead, her head lowered as she stammered, not willing to speak.

"If you don't want to say it, then leave my place. Don't come see me again in the future." An Lingge could only keep a straight face and pretended to be serious.

This time, An Lingjun panicked. Her clear eyes were a little helpless, "This was given to me by my future brother-in-law.

In reality, he really admired Mu Junhan. Upon hearing that Mu Junhan wanted him to give his sister something, he agreed without any hesitation.