Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 6 is downright insubordination!

Su Mowan smiled slightly, deftly avoiding the slender fingers that were about to touch the tip of her nose.

"Consort Shen, have you ever heard the saying, 'There's no silver buried here,', right?"

"You!" Shen Muyue's eyes widened, her chest heaving, clearly enraged.

Upon seeing this, a maidservant immediately jumped out to defend her mistress: "How dare you! How dare you treat my young lady so rudely! What do you take our Prime Minister's residence for?"

Su Mowan tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping contemptuously over the maid: "Oh, where did this little loudmouth come from? Shouting so loudly, does she carry rabies?"

"You...you're utterly unreasonable!" The maid didn't fully understand, but she felt humiliated.

Su Mowan slammed her teacup down on the table with a thud. "Then I'll say something you can understand. Who are you to interrupt me when I'm talking to your young lady? Who do you think you are, daring to speak on behalf of the Left Prime Minister's residence? If you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better shut up!"

The young maid was so embarrassed and angry by these words that she blushed.

"You...you're just a concubine's daughter! My young lady is the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion! Her status is noble; for you to speak to her like that is utter insubordination!"

"Snapped--"

A resounding slap interrupted the maid's words.

Su Mowan withdrew her hand, looked at the three stunned people, and said with feigned apology, "I'm sorry, I haven't been in a good mood lately, and my hand was a little out of control. Consort Shen wasn't frightened, was she?"

The young maid was stunned by the sudden slap. Clutching her burning cheek, she looked pitifully at Shen Muyue: "Miss..."

Shen Muyue finally came to her senses and subconsciously took a step back: "You, how dare you! You even dare to hit my people, do you believe I won't tell the Prince—"

Su Mowan smiled and approached.

"Oh? So you have to consider the owner's feelings before beating a dog? Does that mean I should ask for your permission before I act, Consort Shen?"

She was tall and slender, much taller than Shen Muyue.

Although he wore a smile, his eyes were like an icy lake in the dead of winter, exuding a chilling coldness.

This fierce aura forced Shen Muyue to involuntarily retreat.

"What...what do you want to do?" Shen Muyue's voice trembled slightly, clearly still shaken by the swift slap she had just received.

Su Mowan's lips curled into a chilling smile as she slowly said, "Nothing special, I just wanted to admire Consort Shen's stunningly beautiful face up close."

The eerie smile sent a chill down Shen Muyue's spine, and she instinctively raised her arm to shield herself.

Just then, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

"Ah! Su Mowan, let me go!" Shen Muyue screamed, her voice filled with pain.

Su Mowan raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to herself that she hadn't even used much force yet.

She said coldly, "If you want trouble, if you want to provoke me, if you want to oppose me, I'll be happy to oblige. But before that, I advise Consort Shen to first consider her own capabilities!"

Shen Muyue gritted her teeth and said, "Su Mowan! You just wait! I've remembered what happened today! From now on, you won't have a good day in this Prince Qin's mansion!"

She struggled desperately as she spoke.

Su Mowan smiled gently and released her hand without warning.

"Ah!" Shen Muyue stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Miss! Are you alright?" Two maids rushed forward to help her up.

Su Mowan looked down at the disheveled Shen Muyue with a mocking smile on her lips.

"You want to make my life miserable? Even if your Left Prime Minister's Mansion looks down on me, a concubine's daughter, you'd better think twice about the General's Mansion behind me!"

"To put it another way, Consort Shen might as well recall how she felt when she was slapped just now. If you anger me, I don't care if you're from the Left Prime Minister's residence or not, I'll still beat you without hesitation!"

"You—you've really gone too far!"

Shen Muyue shook off the maid who was helping her, struggled to her feet, and glared fiercely at the two maids behind her: "What are you still standing here for? Get out of here!"

After the three people left, Qinghe mustered her courage and asked softly, "Miss Su...you...you weren't wronged, were you?"

Su Mowan turned her head and glanced at her, then curled her lips into a smirk.

"What grievance could I possibly have? Come, come with me for a walk in the yard, let's clear our heads. It's so stuffy in here."

Qinghe was speechless for a moment and could only follow in her footsteps.