Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1526: Chapter 1506: Du Yulan (Part 2)

When He Wenyu and Huangfu Ning returned to their seats, the screen that had been placed between them had been removed, leaving a very large open space before the rows of tables arranged for male and female guests. A layer of exquisite red carpet was spread across it.

Except for the color being somewhat faded, and looking as if it had been trampled upon for quite some time, He Wenyu almost thought she had arrived at a fashion show venue.

”Miss Shiliu.” Seeing He Wenyu return with Huangfu Ning, Du Yuwei let out a sigh of relief, holding a small box in her hand, smiled at He Wenyu, ”Did you go to relax with the Third Princess? This is a gift from the old lady for you, hope you will like it.”

He Wenyu paused, subconsciously looking toward the direction of the old lady, meeting her kind gaze.

The old lady smiled at her with a touch of ingratiation.

He Wenyu nodded slightly and accepted the item without opening it, casually putting it into the bracelet space.

Witnessing He Wenyu’s action, Du Yuwei couldn’t help but feel extremely envious, but today, she had managed to make an impression thanks to He Wenyu’s presence, even if not favored by a cultivator, she would certainly be able to marry into a good family.

Under the guise of blessing Du Fu’s old lady, all the young ladies were showcasing their abilities, hidden signals exchanged, challenges confronted.

He Wenyu watched the show with a smile.

This lady stepped on that lady’s skirt, that lady spilled wine, smearing this one’s dance dress, this young lady’s smile was as sharp as a knife, while that one lowered her eyes, performing grievance down to the strand of her hair.

”If they were to act, not winning a Little Golden Figure would really be a waste.”

Saying this, she glanced across at Luo Yanhai.

Luo Yanhai, with a smile, nodded, then noticed He Wenyu’s mocking gaze and her teasing words: Get to know more girls, look at more girls.

Glancing around, the storm surged, struggles evident and covert, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows deeply, rolling his eyes: Don’t play around.

With Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu as his sisters, wasn’t that enough? He was used to their frequent bickering, and suddenly encountering a group of deceitful ladies, he’s simply not accustomed to it.

Indeed, straightforwardness is more preferable. Seeing this venue where beauties compete and shine, he couldn’t help but mourn silently for Du Lanming for a minute.

Marrying such women, never speaking of matters, only stabbing softly when met with issues, just the thought is exhausting.

Compared to family background and the power these women could bring, he prefers genuine feelings, undiluted by interests.

Feeling quite pleased, He Wenyu raised her cup, sipped a bit of wine, ”This wine tastes pretty good, what fruit is it made from?”

Du Yuwei was taken aback, then nodded, raising her cup to sip lightly as well, smiling, ”This is wine brought by the Third Princess. At the table, it’s only my cousin and I who get to taste it, thanks to Miss Shiliu.”

”If Miss Shiliu likes it, I’ll get someone to send you some later.” Huangfu Ning overheard the conversation and chuckled lightly, ”Sister Wei better not drink too much and act wild, otherwise you might find it hard to get married, with all the talents and nobles present tonight.”

Not only were youthful talents and noblemen present, but quite a few high-ranking officials and ministers also attended. After all, happening upon a banquet coinciding with the sect’s grand competition is indeed rare.

”Why doesn’t the Third Princess mention her future husband might be here too?” Du Yuwei slightly shook her head, turned towards the trio performing music and dance, introduced to He Wenyu, ”Now on stage are the Three Talented Beauties, impeccable in music, resonating for days; unparalleled in art, attracting admirers; adept in dance, descending like ethereal beings. It’s rare to see them perform together.”

On stage, the three, dressed in coordinated garments, with purple clothes gracefully playing the zither and humming softly; green attire wielding the brush with tranquility; red attire, alluring and captivating.

Even He Wenyu silently praised, beauties akin to paintings.

”Needless to say? Performing separately only gets them crushed, but performing together catches the eye, though remembering none individually and rather as a trio, still leaves an impression.” Cong Ying watched the stage calmly.

During the contests of various talents in the city before, not every young lady enrolled, so they merely garnered honor among those who did enroll.

Among the three skills, more than a few surpassed them as far as she knows.

Even if she doesn’t know these people, she holds absolute confidence in her own level.

”Something’s not right...” Du Yuwei gently supported Cong Ying’s shoulder, speaking softly, ”I feel a bit dizzy, my body somewhat warm...”

”This wine doesn’t go to one’s head so quickly, does it?” Cong Ying was taken aback, gestured toward the maid behind, ”Go to the large kitchen and get hangover soup.”

Whenever there’s a banquet, the kitchen prepares ample hangover soup just in case.

He Wenyu looked back at Du Yuwei, her cheeks flushed, making one swallow involuntarily, despite her being a girl.

Subconsciously asked, ”Weren’t you drugged?”

”Drugged?” Cong Ying’s face changed suddenly, carefully observed Du Yuwei’s complexion, face turning grim.

Abnormal flush, noticeably elevated body temperature, dazed expression, and unconscious moans already suggest the issue.

”Who! Damn.” Cong Ying tightly furrowed her brows, glanced at the Du family’s old lady and mistress at the main table, evidently summoning them was not leaving one’s position, however, she would soon be on stage...

Glanced at the still young Third Princess, fixing her gaze on He Wenyu.

”Send a maid with me, I don’t know the way.” He Wenyu understood Cong Ying’s gaze, casually spilled the wine from her cup onto Du Yuwei’s dress.

Cong Ying heartfully thanked, brought the Third Princess beside her, after He Wenyu left, quickly handed Du Yuwei’s used tea cup, bowls, and cutlery to her trusted maid to investigate.

Following Du Yuwei’s head maid back to Du Yuwei’s Rose Garden, He Wenyu directly said, ”Prepare a bath tub with cold water, don’t alert anyone, ensure guards protect this place, don’t allow strangers inside.”

Though she believes her capability is enough to confront evildoers, she truly lacks interest in watching young girls bathe...

Watching the maid undress Du Yuwei, aiding in tossing her into the icy bath tub, Du Yuwei’s facial flush diminished somewhat from the sudden chill.

”It’s indeed chaotic.” Sitting beyond the screen, He Wenyu quietly picked up a book, reading under candlelight, yet couldn’t process a single word for a while.

Just thinking about casually drugging behavior incited chills.

If she were the one getting into trouble, what would be the outcome?

Just then, a sound came from the window.