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Feng Yulu covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed, "Oh, look at my memory, I actually forgot that my sister is the cousin of the Heir Apparent. What a sin," she turned to Han Wang and the princess and nodded, "Father, Mother, this is my oversight as a daughter-in-law, please forgive me."
Before Han Wang and the princess could respond, Fu Yihang let out a cold snort and said, "Yun Ran is my cousin? I only know of one cousin, named Yun Kexin. As for you, Eldest Sister, as a Concubine Daughter, don't flatter yourself by trying to associate with our Fu Family."
Yun Ran widened her eyes in disbelief that such words came from Fu Yihang. Looking at his drastically different expression, she was utterly confused: had Fu Yihang gone mad just because he married someone?
From what she knew about him growing up, he was not the type to be "afraid of his wife." He would even resort to violence when angry; she had once received a slap from him. But then she thought that perhaps it was because his legitimate wife had just entered the household, and he was giving her some face. Over time, as long as she was obedient and filial to her in-laws, she would naturally gain his favor...
With this thought in mind, Yun Ran felt a sense of self-importance swell within her while maintaining a humble demeanor:
"I'm sorry, Heir Apparent, Consort Heir, it was Ran'er who overstepped," she smiled gently, though the smile did little to enhance her appearance. She belittled herself further, "After all, I am just a Concubine Daughter of the Yun Clan Third House, not like Seventh Sister, who is of legitimate birth. I truly have no right to associate with the Han Wangfu. I spoke too carelessly; I hope Han Wang, the princess, Heir Apparent, and Consort Heir can forgive me."
Fu Yueze and Wang Ling reproached Fu Yihang for being too harsh. While how a Concubine was treated was ultimately up to him, she was from the Third House. There was no need to tear faces like this; if Third Madam didn't mind, there was still an elder like Three Elders Yun Yang above them.
"Consort Yun, please get up quickly; don't listen to Hang Er's nonsense," Wang Ling waved her white arm and smiled. "No matter whether you are of legitimate or illegitimate birth, I only recognize you as part of the Third House. Therefore, you indeed have ties with us at the Han Wangfu."
Upon hearing this, Yun Ran felt elated. She never expected that her usually aloof Aunt, who never looked at her directly, would lend her a hand at such a critical moment. She immediately stood up in gratitude. If it weren't for wanting to make a good impression on Han Wang and the princess, she would have wanted to mock Consort Heir. Lost in thought, she couldn't help but show a hint of pride on her face while Feng Yulu sat silently with a cold smile.
"Thank you, Princess," Yun Ran stood up slowly, now devoid of her previous nervousness. Her words flowed more vividly. "Regardless, there are still places that a Consort should pay attention to; one must always keep their position straight and not cause trouble for the Han Wangfu..."
Thinking that her heartfelt words would earn her more praise from the princess and perhaps some supportive compliments, she didn't expect that at first, Wang Ling listened without expression but later appeared as if forced to hear something unpleasant. This left her at a loss for words.
"Since we've exchanged pleasantries, let's have breakfast together," said an increasingly impatient Han Wang, pulling a long face. "I have to enter the palace shortly to meet the emperor; we cannot delay."
Realizing this, Wang Ling snapped back to attention and lightly tapped her forehead theatrically:
"Look at my memory; I was so focused on matters concerning Hang Er. Please forgive me, Your Highness," she said as she stood up calmly. "Breakfast should be ready by now; please take your seat."
With an expressionless "hm," Han Wang walked ahead while Fu Yihang, Feng Yulu, and finally Yun Ran followed behind. When it came time to eat, she couldn't join them at the table but had to stand aside and eat their leftovers—she was merely a concubine after all—hardly better than servants or slaves.
As she looked at the table full of people who ignored her presence entirely, feelings of resentment and humiliation wrapped around her like demons again, making her want to pounce on everyone from the Han Wangfu and eliminate them all.
This fleeting thought startled her with cold sweat down her back; it must have been born from disappointment turned into hatred—something that could not be allowed nor rushed. Thus, she stood respectfully by their side waiting on them. However, what happened next made her clench her fists tightly—
"Madam, this is your favorite crispy quail," Fu Yihang said gently as he placed a roasted quail in front of Feng Yulu, his face full of smiles. "Please try it; I specifically had the kitchen prepare it for you."
Feng Yulu was taken aback. How did Fu Yihang know that she liked roasted quail? Moreover, he had never been this attentive since she entered the door; just having a smile was already a lot. What had changed today? Could it be that after what happened during her visit home, he was trying to please her and apologize?
Thinking of this, Feng Yulu's brows softened, and she smiled as she picked up the quail and took a bite, savoring it.
"Thank you, husband," Feng Yulu said as she put down her chopsticks, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You really make Consort feel flattered. Here, you should try some too. Consort knows you love barbecued food..." As she spoke, she glanced up and caught sight of Yun Ran's jealous expression, which made her smirk inwardly.
Fu Yihang smiled at Feng Yulu and gently took the quail from her, chewing it slowly. His calm and refined manner of eating made any woman who saw him feel admiration; even Han Wang and the princess couldn't help but show surprise: was the sun rising from the west today?
When they had just married, she had worried that he couldn't let go of Seventh Sister and didn't dare to advise him much. The attendants and servants would lower their heads when they saw him, fearing they would become his "punching bag." Yet in just a short time, such a significant change had occurred. Perhaps witnessing Feng Yinxiao and her husband treating each other with respect during her visit home had given him quite a shock and made him give up?
Men are like this; as long as they marry someone they are satisfied with, all those "love affairs" become fleeting memories—thought the princess to herself with satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Yun Ran, standing behind Fu Yueze and Wang Ling, felt increasingly envious and heartbroken. She bit her lip: after knowing Fu Yihang for over ten years, he had never treated her this well. Years of affection couldn't compete with a newlywed wife?!
Yun Ran thought that without Yun Kexin around, Fu Yihang would belong entirely to her. Little did she expect that just as one tiger was driven away from the front door, another wolf would come in through the back—this Feng Yulu was clearly not someone to be underestimated. Just those peach blossom eyes that seemed to smile yet not smile were enough to enchant any man...
Yun Ran's face was filled with uncontainable jealousy and resentment. Unknowingly, she fell into Fu Yihang's smiling gaze. His warm jade-like face swept past with a hint of cold malice; the more he smiled intimately at Feng Yulu, even whispering sweet nothings to her, the more pleasure he felt in revenge. Eventually, even Han Wang and the princess couldn't bear to watch anymore and coughed a few times feigning disinterest before Fu Yihang finally toned it down.
From initial surprise to subsequent anger upon witnessing Fu Yihang's somewhat clumsy performance at that moment, Yun Ran suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar: hadn't she once tried to get close to him in such an "intimate" manner to provoke Yun Kexin? Now Fu Yihang must be using the same tactic against her!
Realizing this point, Yun Ran coldly laughed and no longer looked at Fu Yihang and his wife.
However, Yun Ran still underestimated Fu Yihang's almost crazy and perverse way of seeking revenge. He not only allowed his wife to order her around and speak harshly but also took on all the dirty and tiring work himself. While she worked tirelessly, crying while feeling angry at Fu Yihang's lack of conscience for allowing Feng Yulu to bully her under false pretenses until she had no strength left to return to her room.
That night, after finishing all the work, Yun Ran was exhausted and sore when she returned to her room for rest. She couldn't help but smile bitterly: in her current situation, how could she be considered a concubine? She was more tired than the servants in the Wangfu. In the past at Duke of E State Mansion, although she was a Concubine Daughter, she never received disdain or had to do such hard labor like now—it was truly unbearable.
Sitting at the table sighing in self-pity when suddenly there was a knock at the door. She went to check and found it was Steward Wu.
"Consort Yun, the Heir Apparent and Consort Heir have asked you to keep watch tonight."
"What, I have to keep watch at night?" Yun Ran jumped up, suppressing her anger and said, "Why should I? Night duty is for the maids; I am a Concubine, a Concubine!"
Yun Ran repeated in frustration, but was met with a sneer from Wu, who said, "This servant knows you are a Concubine, but this is the Heir Apparent's order. I dare not disobey and have come to inform you. If Consort Yun does not believe it, you may go and ask personally."
Initially, Yun Ran suspected that the servants in the manor were deliberately conspiring to embarrass her. However, upon closer inspection of the steward's face, which bore both disdain and seriousness, she couldn't help but believe it somewhat. She had no choice but to follow behind and thus stood watch in front of the Heir Apparent and Consort Heir's bedroom.
As dusk fell, the air grew colder. The night wind caused the lanterns' flames to flicker, appearing as if held by an invisible hand, which was quite frightening. The manor was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional chirping of insects rising and falling.
Yun Ran huddled against the door of the Heir Apparent and Consort Heir's room, anxiously gazing at the dimly lit courtyard. She turned around restlessly and noticed that there was still light coming from inside. They weren't asleep at this hour? Curiously, she pressed her ear against the door and faintly heard Feng Yulu's moans from within, along with the creaking sounds of the bed being bumped.
Yun Ran immediately felt her face flush red as she covered her ears. She wanted to escape but dared not move because the Heir Apparent had ordered her to keep watch without leaving even a step; otherwise, who knew what misfortune awaited her.
"Husband, hurry up, faster..." The muffled moans from inside finally turned into cries of pleasure that were about to burst forth. "Ah... yes, just like that." By the end, it was barely a whisper.
"Make sure to be louder, my lady," Fu Yihang sneered coldly as he quickened his movements beneath her, crashing into her. "Your voice is very pleasant."
Yun Ran imagined the two people entangled on the big bed in the bedroom and felt a mix of shame, jealousy, and hatred; her face turned bright red again. She covered her ears once more and fled to one side as if her innocent ears had already been violated.
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