Is this so possible?

The words of the steward maid were like a sledgehammer, striking Huang Meimei’s Heavenly Spirit Cap.

Her brain was buzzing, her body went limp, and she collapsed in the arms of the maid behind her.

She was a little fat, but the maid was thin. Suddenly, she was pressed by a big mountain of flesh. The maid tried hard to support her, and a look of difficulty gradually appeared on her face.

"Miss, let's get on the carriage quickly." The little maid suggested.

Huang Meimei turned around, wishing she had wings on her ribs and hurriedly escaped from this place where she had lost all face.

But when she turned her head, she realized that at some point, many carriages had stopped around her. The girls in the carriages raised the curtains curiously, looking at the movement here and whispering.

Around the carriage, there are also young men of marriageable age from various provinces, all of whom are tall and erect, sitting upright on horses.

Teenagers don’t like gossip, but gossip happens before their eyes, forcing them to pay attention.

In her fantasy, there was absolutely no such scene in the romantic scenes where she met many young men.

The eyes of these people were like a knife on her neck, making her gradually unable to breathe.

Huang Meimei didn't want to get up. She wanted to dig into a hole in the ground and hit a tree root, then faint and forget it.

The maid in charge looked at her appearance and reminded her unhurriedly: "The Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival has always been favored by the ladies and girls in the mansions near Jiangcheng. Those who want to come but don't have an invitation will spend a lot of money to get one."

An invitation. That’s why we gave those counterfeiters an opportunity.”

Her tone softened and she reminded again: "Girl, be careful in the future and don't be fooled again."

Huang Meimei’s invitation was really bought with money.

It's a pity that the money was spent, but the invitation was fake.

It’s really ridiculous for a person to hold a fake invitation and be arrogant for a long time!

No!

Don’t laugh at people!

But...

What should I do if I really can’t hold it in any longer?

Wang Yueyue turned her face slightly, covering her mouth with one hand, and her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

The words of the maid in charge were like invisible slaps on Huang Meimei's face, causing her whole face to feel burning and painful.

In front of all the noble female relatives and young men in Jiangcheng, she was completely humiliated.

With the help of the maid, Huang Meimei was about to climb onto the carriage in a hurry, but her eyes fell on Wang Yueyue, whose shoulders were shaking.

An unspeakable anger instantly surged into her forehead, completely evacuating her soul, and her feet that climbed up fell down again.

A pair of apricot eyes burning with anger stared at Wang Yueyue, wishing to make holes in her body. "Wang Yueyue, you just said that you were here to attend the Flower Appreciation Festival. Do you have an invitation?"

Huang Meimei refused to give up, and immediately caused trouble to the east with her words.

Wang Yueyue turned her head and tried to maintain a ladylike manner, "I have."

Under the veil, the corner of Huang Meimei's mouth raised in a sneer, "Girl in charge, may I ask if any of the relatives invited by your family have a residence named Wang?"

Wang Yueyue’s father is in the prison of the General’s Mansion.

She has no relatives in Jiangcheng, so her invitation must be fake.

Huang Meimei was determined, forgetting her embarrassment for a while, and waited to see Wang Yueyue's jokes.

When the maid in charge heard about the palace, she immediately lost interest in continuing to check, and said coldly: "Girl, our Yunlan Villa did not invite the family members of the palace."

In one sentence, Wang Yueyue's road was completely blocked, hoping that she would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

She didn't even need to take out the invitation, but she was sure that the invitation was fake.

"My surname is Wang, but my invitation is not something I received from my family, but a gift from my friends!" Wang Yueyue said, taking out an invitation from her sleeve and handing it over respectfully.

The red invitation card inlaid with gold edges looks very similar to the invitation card Huang Meimei held just now.

Upon closer inspection, the dark patterns on the cover are clearly blooming peonies. The flowers are blooming richly and are very beautiful.

Huang Meimei's face suddenly darkened.

She remembered that yesterday, she had seen Xia Qianqian's invitations scattered on the ground. Even though it was a brief glance, it left a deep impression on her.

Could it be that the friend Wang Yueyue mentioned was Xia Qianqian?

If this invitation was written by Xia Qianqian, it would be somewhat credible.

After all, her relationship with Mr. Mo is unclear. If she asks Mr. Mo for help, with the power of the Mo Mansion in Jiangcheng, he will definitely be able to get a few invitations for her.

The maid in charge’s eyes fell on the invitation, and with a stern look on her face, she took the invitation respectfully and opened it slowly.

In the very center of the invitation, there were three big, crooked characters written, "Wang Yueyue."

Upon seeing these three words, Huang Meimei's tight nerves relaxed and she couldn't help but bend down and laugh, "Wang Yueyue, your invitation is too fake. This name... Did you write this name yourself?"

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Wang Yueyue looked calm, "I wrote it."

"Wow hahaha..."

This time, Huang Meimei let herself go completely and laughed like a pig, "The girl in charge just said that invitations are all anonymous invitations. This one is better. If you need to write your name, you should write it yourself."

"Hahaha!" Huang Meimei laughed so hard, "Wang Yueyue, your invitation cannot be more fake. You must have bought it with money from someone on the black market."

Huang Meimei's words attracted more and more people to watch.

The young masters sitting on the horses all looked over, and the female relatives also moved their eyes from Huang Meimei to Wang Yueyue's face.

Huang Meimei was extremely proud.

Wang Yueyue made her look ugly, how could she spare her?

She wants Wang Yueyue to be despised and ridiculed by others.

Hum!

Huang Meimei squinted her eyes and looked at the maid in charge with schadenfreude, waiting for her to confirm that the invitation in her hand was also a fake.

Unexpectedly, the maid in charge focused on the invitation, flipped it over and over, and then handed it to Wang Yueyue respectfully, "It turns out that the girl's invitation is specially made by the Hu family. May I ask the girl if she is a relative of the Hu family?"
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"Hu Mansion?" Wang Yueyue frowned slightly.

She remembered that Xia Qianqian had a close relationship with Mr. Hu Tang, so these invitations should have been given by Mr. Hu.

Understanding in her heart, she nodded slightly, "My good friend knows Master Hu, so it should be a gift from him."

"The milk on the girl's cart is what is used in the stall today?" the maid in charge asked carefully.

Wang Yueyue also nodded, "Yes. My friend has a stall at the flower viewing festival called 'Flowers Blooming for Fortune'."

Upon hearing this name, the maid in charge burst into laughter, turned around and waved to the boys at the door, "Come here, help the girl carry the milk bucket in."

Several young men stepped forward and started to help.

The maid in charge was even more enthusiastic and said to Wang Yueyue, "Girl, please come in quickly."

Wang Yueyue was flattered, and Uncle Wang beside him was also happy and urged: "Don't delay, come in quickly, I'm going back too."

Wang Yueyue, surrounded by several servants, entered the gate of Yunlan Villa.
Chapter completed!