The group of people walked slowly towards the house. Bai Lianzhu, the second wife of Prime Minister Wen, who was walking at the back, looked at the three women in front with cold eyes and coldly snorted: "Three brainless idiots."
He lowered his head and whispered to his son Wen Jingxuan in his hand: "Xuan'er, you are not allowed to say 'silly' in front of your sister and brother-in-law later. Do you remember this word?"
"Mom, why?" Wen Jingxuan looked confused, "Is he a fool to begin with?"
"Why do you ask so many questions? Just remember it." Bai Lianzhu glared at Wen Jingxuan, who quickly scratched his head and said, "Xuan'er has remembered it."
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Standing at the door of the room, Wen Xining looked at the so-called boudoir in surprise. After half a minute, he murmured: "Quan... Quan'er, are you sure this is where I used to live?"
Quan'er's eyes were full of sadness and she nodded, "Yes, Miss, and maybe she knew that the prince was coming this time, so she bought some things. Before, she didn't even have this incense burner, coffee table and the like."
A bed that couldn't be more shabby, a cabinet with a door that is almost crumbling, a dressing table full of scratches, a small square table, two chairs, and the newly added black pottery incense burner and coffee table, this is
The boudoir of a daughter of the prime minister's family.
Although I heard Quan'er say it before and experienced it just now at the door, it was only now that Wen Xining truly understood how difficult the life of Wen Xining in ancient times was here. An 18-year-old girl lived here
In such a "boudoir" that was worse than a slave, even she, a modern orphan, had never experienced such desolation.
Wen Xining felt inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart. For that woman who had no family to love her, was abandoned by her lover, and finally went to a dead end. At that time, she really had no love left in her life.
"Madam, is this the place where you lived before?" Beitang Shuo's head suddenly popped up between Wen Xining and Quan'er. Quan'er was so frightened that he quickly moved away. He had better not hear what they just said.
Otherwise, the lady's amnesia will be revealed.
Wen Xining calmed down, smiled wryly and patted Beitang Shuo's lovely face, and said apologetically: "Yes, so I have to live here tonight."
"It's okay, it's okay, Shuo'er likes it here very much." Beitang Shuo smiled brightly and stepped into the house before the two of them, looking around curiously.
Was this idiot just trying to comfort someone?
Wen Xining couldn't help but feel a little confused, but the next moment he shook his head, how could it be possible? He is a fool, and fools always think differently from ordinary people.
Sighing and walking into the house, Wen Xining gradually made up her mind. Now that she had taken on Wen Xining's identity, it would be fine if those people didn't come to provoke her. If...then don't blame her for being rude.