step by step

Chapter 189
The maid beside her, Xingmei, also echoed in a low voice: "That's right! Madame, look at her shabby look, how can she seem to be here to attend Qiongshu's banquet? This plain dress is clearly the common clothes of a boudoir, and she really doesn't understand the rules. "

Ye Zhaoyan's expression darkened upon hearing this, she had seen this man's domineering behavior at the palace banquet five years ago, she never thought that after a few years, she would still be so boring.

However, although she didn't want to argue with such an unreasonable woman, she also knew that the local government would not let her go easily, and she would not give up until she had enough prestige with her.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart moved, and he walked slowly in front of Zhao Wanrong, as if preparing to salute, Zhao Wanrong saw her obedient appearance, her eyebrows relaxed, and was about to see how she bowed her knees, but Ye Zhaoyan seemed to have kicked something, her body tilted, Supported by the maid beside her, she stopped two steps away.

Just when she was a little doubtful and about to make trouble, Ye Zhaoyan approached her, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Madam's powder fragrance is too pungent, and it makes it difficult for people to walk."

The girl in front of her was smiling sweetly while speaking, if Zhao Wanrong hadn't heard her words clearly, she might have thought she was talking sweet and flattering words.

"You!" Her face suddenly sank, this yellow-haired girl dared to mock her!
A burst of anger surged out from the bottom of her heart, she raised her hand habitually, ready to give Ye Zhaoyan a slap in the face, but saw Ye Zhaoyan retreat nimbly, and hid behind the servant girl pretending to be afraid.

How could Zhao Wanrong be reconciled to this, she quickly chased after her, and was about to tear away Ying'er who was standing in front of Ye Zhaoyan.

Seeing that Yinger was about to be pushed down by her, Ye Zhaoyan gently pulled Yinger aside, leaving Zhao Wanrong in vain.

Seeing this, the surrounding guests changed their faces and began to discuss in low voices.

It's okay for Zhao Wanrong to be arrogant outside on weekdays, after all, she has the backing of the royal family to make her act like a tiger, and now this Qiongshu banquet is a special banquet for nobles, it's really embarrassing regardless of the occasion.

Zhao Wanrong also noticed the strangeness around her, her brows stood upright, her gaze became fierce, Ye Zhaoyan actually played tricks on her and made her be laughed at, if she didn't save face, how would she be seen in Jindu in the future!

However, she also knew that she would lose her identity if she tried again, so she immediately gave the two maids behind her a wink, ready to make them attack Ye Zhaoyan.

Ye Zhaoyan had a panoramic view of the other party's actions, and seeing that the heat was almost ready, he raised a smile, "If Mrs. Zhao is too angry, you might as well drink some Ganlin tea to dispel the anger. This tea is not common, and Mrs. Zhao must have a rare chance to get it." One product, right?"

"Hmph!" These words hit Zhao Wanrong's vanity, she snorted coldly, "My lady from a dignified family, do you have any good tea, and I don't even bother to drink tea produced in these remote villages!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhao Wanrong realized that she had said the wrong thing.

She just wanted to scold Ye Zhaoyan for being poor, but for a moment she forgot that this tea was specially arranged by Qiong Shuyan for the guests to enjoy.

It's all the fault of this bitch, deliberately angering her, making her dizzy for a moment!
After hearing the words, all the people present started to discuss, and many people held Ganlin tea in their hands and either let it go or let it go, it was extremely embarrassing.

Many people also looked at Zhao Wanrong with a little more contempt, and their eyes became unfriendly.

Most of these guests are descendants of aristocratic families, even the descendants of concubines are pampered and raised, with noble status and a good understanding of family etiquette, how can they endure such humiliation?
Zhao Wanrong uttered wild words in front of all the guests, even saying that the Ganlin tea is drunk by country bumpkins, which completely humiliated them.

Especially those concubine sons who have been ridiculed before feel even more aggrieved in their hearts, and their disgust towards Zhao Wanrong has increased a bit.

Zhao Wanrong knew she had made a slip of the tongue, at this moment she was on the verge of riding a tiger, and wished she could find a crack in the ground and slip in.

She glared at Ye Zhaoyan viciously, then turned and left resentfully, cursing secretly as she walked. "It's really bad luck!"

"That's right, I didn't expect the eldest lady of Ye Mansion to be so rude!" The maid beside her also chimed in.

Ye Zhaoyan looked at the back of her fleeing in a panic, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly, this woman is really stupid.

If it weren't for the backing behind him, it would be impossible to be so domineering in Jindu.

Such a person, even if they marry into the royal family, may not change in the slightest.

This small episode did not affect the interest of everyone, and was quickly forgotten, and everyone continued to chat and laugh happily, as if the incident just now had never happened.

With everyone seated, the banquet officially began.

At the front end of the stand in the hall, there are more than a dozen large round tables. The first two are seated by the most famous families in Jindu. The position at the end is the position of some ordinary officials and officials.

There were no male members of the Ye family who were invited this time, only Ye Zhaoyan and several prostitutes from Ye's offshoots attended the invitation.
Although Old General Ye was the head of the military generals, he did not attend after all, so Ye Zhaoyan was arranged in the middle seat of the nobles, after the noble families and before the noble ladies.

Sitting on Ye Zhaoyan's left is the descendant of the Qin family, that is, Qin Ziheng, the eldest son of the Marquis of Qin.

He is handsome and unrestrained, with a graceful appearance, and he is dressed in a luxurious brocade suit to set off his whole body, which attracts the eyes of the young ladies around him.

Sitting on the right is a young and beautiful girl, slightly older than Ye Zhaoyan, who is looking at everything around her curiously.

It was Cheng Yuyan, the daughter-in-law of the Duke's Mansion.

She has just turned seventeen this year, with a beautiful appearance and a slim figure. She is wearing a purple smoked tulle skirt that sweeps the floor, a light blue thin smoked emerald green gauze, a bow on the chest, and a waistband of the same color. The wide belt looks slender and exquisite.

This Cheng Yuyan's grandfather was the founder of the Duke's Mansion. He used to be a royal guard, and later he was named Duke Protector for his meritorious service on the battlefield.

When Cheng Yuyan was married to Ji, the Cheng family began to plan a marriage for her. The intended marriage partner was the Second Young Master Chen of Jindu. The Chen family was originally one of the four major families of Jindu. pivotal position.

The two families can be regarded as a good match, but it is a pity that the eldest son of the Chen family died in the chaos of the war with the King of Zhennan.

Later, the second young master of the Chen family took over as the head of the family. Because he was young and inexperienced in martial arts, he was framed by treacherous officials and was demoted and exiled to the frontier. The Chen family's family business fell overnight.

The married family was very troubled by this. If they gave up this marriage, they would have a bad reputation.

Just when everyone was racking their brains to find a way to restore the stalemate for the married family, unexpectedly the young master of the Chen family died in the frontier.

In Ye Zhaoyan's memory, the later Cheng Yuyan didn't get a good match, but was used by others through marriage, and her family was calculated to fall. She died of hatred at the age of twenty.

(End of this chapter)