Duke of Anguo Estate.
Shen Qingrui sat before her bronze mirror, her face twisted in fury.
Yesterday, when Wu Yuanyuan had entered the estate—admittedly through the side door and dressed in water-red—she had brought with her crate after crate of dowry. Even though there had been no banquet for guests, Lu had beamed with joy, whispering private endearments to Wu Yuanyuan right in front of her. Cen Liangxuan, too, had been glowing with satisfaction. Word was that he had called for bathwater seven times last night at Huaxiang Residence; she was a total temptress.
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