The transmigrated supporting female Lu Wanning lay in bed, legs curled up cracking sunflower seeds, listening to her maid talk about the capital's latest gossip, all concerning the love and hate of the original novel's male and female leads. 　　Lu Wanning smugly told her maid: So what matters most in life? Of course, clutching the right thigh — if you cling to the right thigh, wealth and honor won't escape you. 　　...... 　　The old steward of Prince Yu's mansion, leaning on his cane, lamented in grief: Prince, that woman has been flaunting your name and making trouble again. She says you are the thigh she clings to — Prince, you really must do something about it! 　　Sheng Jinyu, hand on his sword, strode into the inner courtyard and burst into Princess Zhaoyang's boudoir in thunderous rage: Lu Wanning, if you dare to... 　　But the dazzling jade foot peeking from beneath the lotus quilt made Sheng Jinyu's blood surge, and he could not utter another word. 　　The old steward anxiously asked: Did the Prince at least give that woman a lesson? 　　Sheng Jinyu pondered for a long time: Steward, I don't know, but clinging to a thigh isn't such a bad idea.