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013. I Can’t Talk About It——Slaves

Prince?

The corners of Cang Jue's lips raised and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing, neither affirming nor denying. But her eyes flashed with silver light.

Wei Yang's heart skipped a beat.

She touched her belly and glanced at him casually.

This prince looks gentle and good-tempered, but his aura is quite powerful.

She always felt like she was being seen through to her true nature.

Let her be extremely vigilant.

Prince Mei smiled slightly and asked softly, "Who are you? Palace maid?"

This time, Weiyang was in trouble.

Chu Jieyu's status is really unpopular. If it were revealed, would this beautiful prince look down on others? It would be a pity that he had such a good skin.

The thoughts in her head slipped into her heart, and her heart automatically filtered out the words and things that should not be said. Weiyang smiled and nodded at her "slave" status. "I..."

Prince Mei suddenly interrupted her with a smile, "You have just entered the palace and are not used to the rules of the palace. I can't say it anymore. I have to say...'slave'."

"..."

slave...

Weiyang gritted her teeth,

"This slave is the new maid in the dressing room."

"I heard that women entering the palace must be over thirteen years old, you..." The prince looked like he was hesitating to speak, dragging out the word "you" and glancing at her several times with a half-smile.

Chu Weiyang's heart sank, but her face remained calm, with a seemingly bitter smile, "I am already fourteen years old this year, but my family is too poor and malnourished, which is why I am like this... If it weren't for my body

If the problem arises, the slave may not enter the palace..."

Damn it, this slave who keeps her mouth shut is really hard to talk.

I don’t know if her ancient prose is right or not.

It’s better to wear it back!

"Oh?" Cang Jue frowned, looking rather regretful, "Hey, people in this world are suffering too much."

Sighing, he lowered his head, casually picked up the chopsticks and pinched the braised elbow that he had just dismissed, then slowly took it back and put it into his mouth under someone's suddenly glowing eyes.

Braised elbow!

I really want to eat it...

Wei Yang clenched her fists, swallowed her saliva, and watched with trembling eyes as he gently put the small elbow into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it casually.

The heart that was raised so high suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea with a pop.

So hungry.

But this prince is too unkind. After talking to him for so long, shouldn't he treat her as a guest and treat her well?

Weiyang sighed in her heart, moved her body casually, and leaned lightly on the stone bench beside her.

However, from the prince's perspective, he couldn't see it.

"Little maid of the dressing room, what's your name?" Cang Jue asked with a faint smile.

Weiyang replied respectfully: "My humble name is not enough for the prince to know."


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