After Gui Quan left, Haitang and Wei Yu looked at Shen Yinning nervously.
Shen Yinning's face was expressionless as she took a pair of scissors from the embroidery basket and shredded the imperial edict into pieces.
As if still unsatisfied, she swept all the rouge and powder jars off the dressing table. The expensive, ornate bottles shattered on the ground, and the overwhelming scent of cosmetics filled the boudoir, so intense it was suffocating.
Shen Yinning laughed in anger: "What a Lu Ying! What a Lu Jingwei! Everyone says he's virtuous, upright, and dignified—I see him as nothing more than a beast disguised in human clothing, a hypocrite in scholarly robes! To make me a concubine, he dares to make me a concubine!"
Seeing the set of kingfisher hairpieces Lu Ying had gifted her in the jewelry box, her temper flared as she threw them to the ground and stomped on them furiously.
