"That is Liu Xinru, the daughter of Marquis Jingning. That one is Huang Ziyuan, your aunt's niece." Princess Funing whispered in her ear and introduced:

"And on the other side, the one wearing red is Li Jing, the second daughter of Bachelor Li, and the other is Zhao Wan, the daughter of Mr. Zhao, the Minister of War."

Why did so many ladies from all the ladies come at once? They were all invited by Princess Funing? And why did they all gather in Changchun Palace to meet Prince Ning and his wife?

A bad premonition arose in An Xiaoqing's heart. Princess Ning looked at people with scrutiny and research. This scene looked a bit like a small blind date.

She was only fifteen years old and her body had not yet fully grown. She did not want to marry blindly and blindly to a stranger she did not know for no reason.

Thinking of this, An Xiaoqing made up her mind. No matter what others did, she must keep a low profile and keep a low profile, so as not to attract anyone's attention.

"I don't have a cousin who is a slave. Her mother used to be a member of my family." An Xiaoqing wanted to keep a low profile, but Huang Ziyuan refused to let her go, her attitude was arrogant and arrogant.

"Is Cousin Ziyuan the daughter of a legitimate daughter?" An Xiaoqing heard from Hongxia and Jingyi that Huang Ziyan only had one legitimate sister, who was already married, and this one should also be a daughter of the Huang family.

Huang Ziyuan's face turned pale, and she glared at An Xiaoqing and said, "I was raised in my wife's house. Unlike some people who were raised among slaves since childhood, I was born into a family."

"So she was born at home? She doesn't look like her at all."

"The clothes cost dozens of taels. Of course, no matter how much you dress up, you won't look the same. But no matter how much you dress up, you're still a slave at heart."

Misses from the Li family and Miss Zhao were talking together. They were talking privately, but their voices were neither loud nor quiet, just enough for everyone present to hear.

Princess Ning felt a little unhappy after hearing this. Although Yun Xi was blind, he was her only legitimate son. How could his legitimate wife be a slave and concubine? Such an identity was really untenable in Prince Ning's Mansion.

Such a daughter-in-law has no shame herself.

An Xiaoqing stood there calmly as usual, without the slightest trace of inferiority or sadness on her face, but she did not reply back, looking calm and calm, which made Prince Ning take a second look.

The girls in the hall are all sharp-tongued and mean in their speech, eager to find fault with others. Although such a woman comes from a well-known family and has a higher social status, what's the point?

What Yunxi needs is a wife who is virtuous, generous, witty and steady, not someone who is sour and strong all day long, which will only make her petty.

"They are all talking about you, sister Pei, why don't you care at all?" Funing was a little displeased and poked An Xiaoqing with her elbow.

"Will the princess look down on my daughter because she was born a slave?" An Xiaoqing asked with a smile.

"Of course not. I like you as a person. What does it have to do with your origin?" Fu Ning said loudly with wide, bright eyes.

"Then let's get married. My daughter came to the palace to read with the princess. The princess doesn't dislike it, and I am grateful. Why should I care what others say about me? Are they more noble than you, Your Highness?" An Xiao

Qing smiled and shook her head, looking indifferent.
Chapter completed!