“Young Miss, this Lady Jiang seems a bit odd.”
Lingchan finally voiced the doubts in her heart.
Feng Jinxuan pursed her lips, “I’ve never met her before. What’s strange about her?”
Lingchan was someone Princess Mingyang had specifically left for Feng Jinxuan. On the surface, she appeared to be just a maid, but in reality, she was a Hidden Guard from the Princess’s estate.
This was also why Old Madame kept Lingchan by her side and never sent her away from the mansion.
It showed that Old Madame was not as simple as she appeared on the surface.
She likely wanted to test Lingchan’s abilities.
Princess Mingyang was the only child of the Princess Royal and had been doted on since childhood.
It was a pity that beauty often meets an untimely fate…
What puzzled Jiang Mo, who had become Feng Jinxuan, was: since Feng Jinxuan had such a capable person by her side, why did she still fall victim to a plot?
After all, in her previous life, Feng Jinxuan truly fell gravely ill after the last incident of falling into the water and passed away, her beauty fading like a flower.
If Lingchan’s skills in observing people were so remarkable, yet Feng Jinxuan still met her end, she needed to be extra cautious.
She secretly felt relieved that she hadn’t met the Transmigrator just now. Otherwise, given Lingchan’s vigilance, she would surely have noticed something amiss.
If that happened, she would be the first to come under suspicion.
“Her gaze is off.”
Lingchan spoke frankly, “No matter how a person changes, their eyes cannot lie.”
“Oh?” Feng Jinxuan composed herself, squinting slightly with a hint of curiosity as she looked at Lingchan.
She was most familiar with the original host’s little habits.
For some reason, the original host had trusted her immensely, revealing everything about herself unreservedly before departing.
Lingchan actually had some doubts about her own young miss as well, so she had been secretly observing her for the past two days. Only after repeatedly confirming through the hidden characteristics of her body and the habits she couldn’t change did she feel at ease.
The person before her was undoubtedly her young miss.
Lingchan continued, “This servant has seen Lady Jiang a few times before. The last time I saw her, her eyes were clear, even somewhat indifferent.”
“And now?” Feng Jinxuan asked again.
“They unintentionally reveal careful thoughts, desires deliberately concealed.”
Lingchan was puzzled, “Why would a perfectly fine person undergo such a change?”
“It seems the current Lady Jiang is not a good person.”
Feng Jinxuan said coldly.
Lingchan smiled faintly, “Exactly.”
“Then there’s no need to show her a pleasant face.”
Feng Jinxuan raised her hand, signaling to Yingge.
Yingge then handed her a teacup with both hands.
Feng Jinxuan took it, tilted her head back, and drank it in one gulp.
She frowned slightly, “Too strong.”
Yingge smiled, “The Snowfall tea you like hasn’t been delivered yet. This is Skylark tea.”
“Change it,” Feng Jinxuan waved her hand.
Strange, the original host’s tea-drinking habits were the same as hers—disliking the bitterness of Skylark tea.
Lingchan stood by, a faint smile on her face.
This was her instinct as a Hidden Guard—she couldn’t help but feel suspicious of everything.
If she hadn’t been sent away back then, the young miss wouldn’t have fallen victim to a sinister plot and remained foolish for eight years.
Fortunately, even though the young miss was foolish, she hadn’t missed out on any of the skills she should have learned.
Feng Jinxuan also sensed a powerful surge of Internal Energy within her body, yet she couldn’t harness it.
But she wouldn’t let curiosity get the better of her.
She knew full well that someone had deliberately done this.
Feng Jinxuan tilted her head, yawned, and decided to take a short nap.
She estimated that the Transmigrator was still waiting for that destined person who could take her up the mountain.
This way, she could seize the opportunity to visit the Prime Minister’s wife—her own mother.
Approximately half an hour later, the carriage slowly came to a halt.
“Young Miss, we’ve arrived,” Yingge said cautiously.
Feng Jinxuan opened her eyes with slight displeasure.
Yingge’s voice grew even softer, as if coaxing a child, “Young Miss, we’re at Ciyun Temple.”
“Hmm,” Feng Jinxuan stretched lazily before sitting up.
After tidying herself up a bit, she finally stepped out of the carriage.
Lingchan had already taken care of everything.
All Feng Jinxuan needed to do was enter.
Just as she reached the outside of the Grand Hall, she spotted Madam Liu, the Prime Minister’s wife, emerging from within.
Her hands, hidden within her sleeves, clenched tightly, then slowly relaxed.
To avoid arousing Lingchan’s suspicion, she could only suppress the urge to rush forward and act affectionately.
Lingchan noticed as well, “Young Miss, that is the Prime Minister’s wife.”
Feng Jinxuan gave a slight nod, sighing softly, “She has a mother like that, while I have none.”
Lingchan’s heart stirred, knowing her young mistress was missing her mother.
After all, having been mentally impaired for eight years and now suddenly regaining clarity, coupled with it being her mother’s death anniversary, seeing someone else’s mother naturally stirred up sorrow and a sense of grievance.
Feng Jinxuan walked forward on her own, her eyes meeting those of the Prime Minister’s wife.
The Prime Minister’s wife paused, feeling an inexplicable familiarity with the young woman before her.
She couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.
“Who might this be?” the Prime Minister’s wife inquired.
“My young mistress is the eldest daughter of the Duke’s household.”
Yingge, standing to the side, curtsied slightly to the Prime Minister’s wife and replied with clarity.
Only then did the Prime Minister’s wife recall something, feeling somewhat puzzled but still smiling as she spoke, “So it’s Miss Feng.”
“Today is the death anniversary of my young mistress’s mother, Princess Mingyang.”
Yingge continued, explaining their purpose.
The Prime Minister’s wife faltered; today was her own birthday. As she looked at Feng Jinxuan, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
Feng Jinxuan gave a slight nod to the Prime Minister’s wife before walking ahead.
The Prime Minister’s wife watched as Feng Jinxuan entered the Grand Hall.
Only then did she turn to leave.
Just after exiting the hall, she encountered Jiang Mo, who approached with a cheerful smile.
And beside her was another person who looked somewhat familiar.
“Madam, why is the young miss with Princess Le’an from the Liwang Manor?”
The matron beside the Prime Minister’s wife whispered softly.
“Mother,” Jiang Mo beamed as she walked up to the Prime Minister’s wife.
Feng Jinxuan heard that familiar, affectionate address—it was meant for her, yet it felt piercingly harsh.
She stepped out of the Grand Hall and saw the Prime Minister’s wife gazing at her daughter with tender affection.
Gently holding her hand, she brushed aside the stray hairs from her forehead.
Feng Jinxuan’s heart ached in response.
This was originally her mother—why could she only watch from afar, unable to draw near?
Her expression gradually shifted.
Lingchan seemed to notice but did not suspect anything.
She only felt heartache.
Her young mistress must be missing the princess.
Yingge happened to catch sight of the woman beside Jiang Mo and frowned, “Why is Princess Le’an here?”
Princess Le’an?
Feng Jinxuan’s thoughts were pulled back.
So this Transmigrator deliberately sabotaged the carriage to wait for Princess Le’an.
“Young Miss, Princess Le’an has always been at odds with you.”
Yingge whispered, “Ever since your incident, she has spoken ill of you countless times.”
Truly, enemies cross paths often.
Princess Le’an also glanced up and noticed Feng Jinxuan, her eyes filled with obvious provocation.
She had thought Feng Jinxuan had long perished within the Duke’s household—who would have imagined she was still alive?
Hearing that she had regained consciousness and knowing she had come to Ciyun Temple, she had deliberately followed her here.
She wanted to see for herself if it was true.
The Prime Minister’s wife bowed to Princess Le’an, saying, “Your humble servant greets the Princess.”