There was complete silence in the wing room, and the servant girls who were accompanying her were silent like cicadas. No one dared to touch the princess' bad luck at this moment.
"Hi."
The mistress of Ji's mansion, Princess Yan and Ji Liuyun's biological mother, Mrs. Ji, sighed secretly, and persuaded each other softly.
"Man'er, if you want to be more open, you have endured it for so many years, why bother to fight with the prince at this juncture."
"Yangcheng royal family, hum!"
Concubine Yan couldn't help being angry, but she still couldn't let go of her resentment: "They really have a good plan. They not only plot against my younger brother, but also plot against me."
"Their royal family has only been prosperous for decades. With some family property, they dare not take this princess seriously. A little girl who has just turned fifteen years old is not surprising. She blatantly sent her to the palace."
"The current status of the prince is different from before."
Mrs. Ji saw it clearly, and smiled helplessly: "The name of the country will be officially changed soon, and the person who ascends the throne as the emperor, how can there be no one to curry favor with him? .”
"Mother."
Concubine Yan's heart was sad, and there was a bit of sadness in her eyes: "Our Ji family supported him to become king on his own, and suffered all the insults and eyes of the world. Is this step right or wrong?"
"Man'er, speak carefully."
Mrs. Ji was so startled that her heart trembled, she waved her hand, and pushed the maid back.
The servant girls who were accompanying her left and right bowed out of the room as if she had been pardoned, and closed the door carefully.
"You child, what's the matter today? Talking nonsense in front of the servants, if this is heard by outsiders and spread to the ears of the prince, what should I do?"
"If you hear it, you will hear it."
Princess Yan was full of grievances, and felt uncomfortable if she didn't vent it out: "He didn't have much affection for me, but he looked up to me because of the strong support of the Ji clan for many years."
"Since you understand it in your heart, why should you be so idle?"
Without the presence of the servant girl, Mrs. Ji has no scruples in speaking: "As long as the Ji clan does not fall, no one can shake your princess status."
"Hi."
Speaking of the only young son, Princess Yan's heart tightened, she rubbed the silk handkerchief a few times, and sighed sadly.
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"Chirp."
The little kingfisher was listening to the corner of the wall on the eaves, and was delighted to hear it. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the eyeballs rolled around, and it flew back to the stack with wings flapping.
A gap was opened in the window of the room, and Lin Qingluo sat in front of the window, reading the biography of the Seven Kingdoms by the faint candlelight.
Hunao lay comfortably on the little master's lap, lazily licking the little paw.
"Chirp."
The little kingfisher got in through the gap and landed on the table, combing its feathers gracefully.
"Crack."
When Hunao saw the boss, he yelled twice in his tender voice, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Where did you go to play again, so happy."
Lin Qingluo didn't look up, her gaze was still on Biography of the Seven Kingdoms, looking at the topographic map of Lanyue Mountain.
"Jifu."
The little kingfisher is full of gossip, and is happy to share it with its owner.
Without waiting for the master to ask, he relayed the conversation between Yan Wangfei's mother and daughter to the master in every detail.
"It seems that Princess Yan's life is not easy."
Lin Qingluo looked back from Biography of the Seven Kingdoms, feeling faintly emotional.
"Flying birds are gone, good bows are hidden."
The little kingfisher's eyes flashed jokingly: "The Ji clan bet their treasure on King Yan, and devoted all their strength to help him establish himself as king."