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"Miss, so many people saw you that day on the street. Aren't you afraid of being recognized?" Qin'er asked with concern.
"Silly girl," Qing Luan said, reaching out to tap her forehead playfully. "They only saw me once, and that was so long ago. Who would remember? Besides, when the time comes, I'll act a little humble and timid, and my demeanor will be completely unrecognizable. That should do the trick." A change in demeanor could alter everything about a person, especially since they remembered her as someone proud and haughty. So, if she appeared humble, no one would want to recognize her.
Chen Yan'er’s wedding was set for the eighteenth of this month, just over ten days away. Logically speaking, after the Chen Family's previous embarrassment, they should keep a low profile this time to avoid being thrust back into the spotlight. However, who could blame them when the bride was Chen Yan'er, the granddaughter of the current Prime Minister?
Chen Yan'er had reluctantly agreed to stand in for someone else at the wedding; at least this way she would still be alive. Otherwise, her grandfather would have been the first to demand her death. She was terrified and had no choice but to comply! Her only condition was that her wedding must be more extravagant than Chen Qingyuan's. The Huang and Chen families just wanted to resolve this troublesome matter quickly, so they let her have her way.
"Heh heh, this Miss Chen is quite interesting," Sister Yun said while leaning against the railing, looking down at the flamboyantly dressed Chen Yan'er below with a flash of disdain in her eyes but saying something entirely different.
"She treats Jade Pavilion like her own backyard," Qing Luan remarked casually, not even bothering to look.
"Every day she comes here to prance around. Heh heh, I wonder how many people in this capital owe their lives to her," Sister Yun laughed nonchalantly, though her gaze was particularly sharp. "What family can withstand her antics? Heh heh, the Prime Minister's granddaughter is even more arrogant than Princess Queen; if this gets out, it will be quite amusing!"
"Just bear with it; as long as Jade Pavilion keeps bringing in new trinkets every day, she'll be enchanted. The real show is yet to come!" They were keeping Chen Yan'er around for a few big catches later; otherwise, she wouldn't even qualify to enter Jade Pavilion.
Chen Residence.
"Mother, money!" Chen Yan'er returned from Jade Pavilion with a radiant smile on her face, completely devoid of any sorrow about entering a fiery pit.
"What?" Huang looked incredulously at the delicate hand extended toward her. "Didn’t I give you five thousand taels this morning?"
"Please," Chen Yan'er scoffed dismissively. "What can five thousand taels buy? One piece of jewelry from Jade Pavilion isn't worth that much. Mother, you said yourself that as long as I agreed to marry into the Zhou family, I could buy whatever I wanted for my dowry. Now it's only been a few days and you're already disagreeing?" She felt she had nothing left—her father didn't care for her, her mother didn't love her; everyone wanted her dead. Yet she was determined to live well and wait for the chance to find that scoundrel Chen Qingyuan. She wanted revenge and would ensure that scoundrel suffered greatly.
Taking a deep breath, Huang told herself not to get angry and not to hold it against her daughter. Otherwise, she might really slap this troublesome child. "Yan'er," she said, genuinely at a loss for words, "of course I want you to buy whatever you like, but you must understand that ever since we left the Zhu Clan, the Chen Family has been declining day by day. That five thousand taels of silver was saved by me. If you keep asking for more, even if I sold the Chen Family, I wouldn't be able to gather any extra silver!"
Although she wanted to make it up to her daughter, she had already spent tens of thousands of taels in just a few days. At this rate, the Chen Residence would truly be emptied out.
The whole family needed to survive; she couldn't possibly empty the entire Chen Residence just for her daughter. If that happened, Chen Xiaode would surely divorce her, and she wouldn't be able to live either. After being the mistress of the Chen Residence for five years, everything had been good in terms of food and clothing. Therefore, no matter what, she wouldn't give silver to her daughter who was about to marry.
Upon hearing her mother's words, Chen Yan'er immediately exploded with anger. Her eyes widened in fury as she viciously questioned, "Mother, I am your daughter, your only daughter! Why are you clinging so tightly to that silver? You promised me so many things and haven't fulfilled a single one. Now you're pushing me into a fire pit and can't even spare a little silver? Do you still consider me your daughter?"
When Chen Qingyuan got married, she had given everything good away. But now that it was her turn to marry, her mother was making excuses. Who was truly her biological daughter?
Faced with her screaming and crying daughter, Huang felt helpless. She didn't understand how things had come to this point. If it weren't for the scheme against Chen Qingyuan, she would still be the lady of the Chen Family, enjoying favor from her husband while Yan'er would have a bright future. But ever since Chen Qingyuan went missing, everything changed.
Now her husband turned away whenever he saw her, and her beloved daughter had become like this—it broke her heart.
"Yan'er," she said gently as she reached out to grab her furious daughter’s hand. "Spending large amounts of silver on jewelry is useless right now. Let me tell you..." She shared her past experiences with her headstrong daughter and advised her: "Once you enter the Zhou family, you must find ways to win that old man's affection; then you'll have everything you want!"
"But..." Yan'er listened to her mother and recognized some truth in what she said. However, thinking of that unique necklace from Jade Pavilion made her heart waver.
Seeing that Yan'er had calmed down from her earlier rage, Huang continued to persuade her: "There’s still a little silver left at home, but that's meant for sending someone to look for Chen Qingyuan." As she spoke, she carefully observed her daughter's expression. When she noticed a flash of hatred in Yan'er's eyes, she hurriedly added, "This mess was caused by her. If it weren't for her actions, why would you have to endure such humiliation? So Yan'er, I'm doing all this for your revenge; don't worry about these small matters right now. Focus on how to win over that old man after marrying into the Zhou family!"
While daughters were important, a married daughter was like spilled water—no matter how much one cared for them, it couldn't compare to living well oneself. As long as this issue was resolved and her husband treated her as before, what else would she have to regret?
Chen Yan'er's thoughts were not as deep as those of her mother; with just a few words from Huang, she was easily dismissed. "Mother, you must find Chen Qingyuan! I want to crush her bones into dust so that my hatred can be avenged!"
"Well, Mother will definitely do that. Don't worry!" Huang didn't dare to confront his daughter directly. After all, if she really married into the Zhou family and was treated well, the benefits would be substantial. So for now, he decided to placate her.
More than ten days passed quickly. Today was Chen Yan'er's wedding day, and it was also the busiest day for the Jade Pavilion. Chen Yan'er's jewelry was still at the Jade Pavilion, and they needed to send someone to deliver it...
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