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Chapter 227 Isn't the little white rabbit's greatest skill tattling?

Su Wanniang then turned to look at Yang Zhaozhao.

Yang Zhaozhao rose and bowed, "Madam, I have never managed a banquet before and know nothing about it!"

Yang Zhaozhao knew perfectly well that Chu Ruohan and Aunt Zhao were no longer involved, so she wasn't going to get involved in this mess!

Su Wanniang's smile froze for a moment, a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her gentle expression.

She picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and tried to hide her displeasure.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward for a moment. Everyone could sense Su Wan Niang's emotional change, but they all tacitly chose to remain silent.

"Alright, I'm just destined to worry," Su Wanniang put down her teacup. "Since you're all making excuses, I'll take charge of the banquet preparations myself."

"But there are already many things I need to worry about in this Marquis's mansion, and it's impossible for me to take care of everything."

Her gaze swept over everyone, lingering a little longer on Chu Ruohan's face. "Ruohan, even though you're not feeling well, you still need to help out with some miscellaneous tasks during this preparation period. Don't just ignore everything."

"And Aunt Zhao, no matter how busy the pastry shop is, she would occasionally come and give me some advice."

Su Wanniang paused, then said, "As for Zhaozhao, since she can't do anything, she should stay quietly in the courtyard and not cause any trouble."

Yang Zhaozhao was speechless, her eyes welling up with tears, looking pitiful. If Marquis Anyang were here, he would feel sorry for her.

But this room was full of women...

After everyone took their leave, Granny Sun, who was by Su Wan Niang's side, leaned closer and whispered, "Madam, Concubine Yang tries every day to seduce the Marquis in the study."

Su Wannian frowned. The thought of that old man sleeping with other women and then coming back to lie in bed with her made her feel disgusted.

On the other side, Yang Zhaozhao returned to her courtyard in a huff, and as soon as she entered the house, she swept everything on the table onto the floor.

"She's just a housewife, what's so great about her!"

Cuizhu quickly said, "Auntie, please keep your voice down. There are ears on the other side of the wall."

Yang Zhaozhao's chest heaved as she gradually calmed down. She couldn't let it go like this; she had to find a way to turn the tables.

Yang Zhaozhao wiped away her tears, carefully dressed herself, and headed towards the study of the Marquis of Anyang.

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During this period, the Marquis of Anyang was engrossed in the charms of this little vixen, becoming incredibly energetic.

As soon as he saw her, he pulled her into his arms.

Yang Zhaozhao asked in a soft, sweet voice, "My lord, am I pretty?"

The Marquis of Anyang kissed her neck. "Zhaozhao, you are naturally extremely beautiful."

Yang Zhaozhao wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice trembling with tears: "My lord, only you are good to Zhaozhao."

Marquis Anyang raised his head and looked at her small face, which was scrunched up and filled with tears.

His pity for Zhaozhao grew stronger, and he asked gently, "My Zhaozhao, what's wrong? Who made you sad? Tell me quickly."

"My lord, will you stand up for Zhaozhao?"

Yang Zhaozhao blinked, tears welling up in her eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

Marquis Anyang tenderly stroked her cheek with his fingertips and solemnly said, "My little darling, just tell me. No matter who it is, if they bully you, I will not let them off easily."

Yang Zhaozhao sniffed and said with a wronged expression, "Today, Madam summoned everyone and said she wanted to prepare a celebration banquet for the Third Young Master. She asked everyone to come up with ideas."

"I thought I had never organized a banquet before and was afraid of making a mistake, so I said I wouldn't get involved. But when the lady heard that, her face changed immediately, and she scolded me for not knowing anything and only being fit to stay in the courtyard."

"And they wouldn't even let me say a word. Their tone made it sound like I had committed a terrible crime, making me lose all face in front of the young mistress and Sister Zhao."

Marquis Anyang's brows furrowed into a deep frown. "Madam's words were inappropriate and have caused you distress."

Inappropriate wording? They think they can just dismiss her with that one sentence? Yang Zhaozhao was furious.

But she still maintained a pitiful appearance and started sobbing again: "My lord, it was Zhao Zhao's fault. I didn't want to cause you any trouble."

Yang Zhaozhao's words nearly broke the heart of the Marquis of Anyang.

Look at this obedient little rabbit. Despite suffering such a great injustice, he didn't throw a tantrum or cry, demanding that he immediately seek justice.

Instead, she acted as if she was thinking of him in every way, being careful and afraid of causing him even the slightest trouble.

How could he not feel extremely heartbroken for such a sensible and considerate heart?

Marquis Anyang's strong arms slipped under her knees and back, lifting her steadily into his arms. "My Zhaozhao, why do you make my heart ache so much?"

He then let Yang Zhaozhao's legs wrap around his waist, holding her firmly.

"She is, after all, my legal wife, the legitimate daughter of the Su family, and about your age. Her behavior is somewhat inappropriate, so I must give her some face."

As he spoke, he gently patted Yang Zhaozhao's back, trying to soothe her emotions. He paused, then his tone suddenly turned cold, "But if she doesn't know how to restrain herself and continues to make things difficult for you, I won't stand idly by."

"Zhaozhao, just stay here and rest assured. With me here, I'm the one who calls the shots in this manor."

"Master, Zhao Zhao's heart is with you, and she only hopes to live peacefully by your side."

"I'll have a good talk with her in a bit and give her a warning."

Marquis Anyang's hand was already inside his clothes. At this moment, he was only thinking about fooling Yang Zhaozhao and getting the little white rabbit into his mouth first.

Marquis Anyang carried her to the desk, and Yang Zhaozhao's cheeks instantly flushed red. She said coquettishly, "My lord, you're just teasing me."

She gently shifted her body, feigning shyness as she buried her head in the Marquis of Anyang's arms, secretly pleased with herself, knowing that she had successfully won over the man before her.

Marquis Anyang's breathing became more and more rapid. He whispered sweet words in Yang Zhaozhao's ear while eagerly wanting to get closer to her.

However, at that moment, a series of urgent knocks suddenly rang out.

"Who?"

"My lord, the madam needs your assistance. She asks you to come over once you've finished your business," came the voice of Granny Sun.

Marquis Anyang's movements suddenly froze, a hint of annoyance and displeasure flashing across his face.

He cursed under his breath, reluctantly stopped what he was doing, and put Yang Zhaozhao down.

Yang Zhaozhao was also annoyed. Why did she have to come at this time of year? It was clearly intentional.

But she quickly regained her obedient demeanor and said softly, "My lord, please go quickly, don't keep the lady waiting."

As she spoke, she thoughtfully straightened the slightly disheveled collar of the Marquis of Anyang, her eyes full of tenderness and obedience.

Looking at Yang Zhaozhao's sensible appearance, Marquis Anyang felt a pang of pity and gently patted her head.

"Zhao Zhao, be good..."