Carved wooden beds, mahogany tables and chairs, antique dressing tables, heavy wardrobes, fine rouge and gouache, bronze mirrors inlaid with jade, and light gauze curtains.
I woke up naturally after falling asleep. After opening my eyes, I stared at the bed curtain for a while, then turned over lazily. What happened last night seemed to be in a dream, but also seemed to be real.
Qian Duoduo sat up, stretched slightly, lifted up the quilt, rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, and stared at his face in a daze by the bronze mirror.
She stroked her long hair and glanced at Qing Yi, who had been busy as soon as she came in. She said quietly, "Where is the prince?"
Qing Yi quickly put down what she was doing, her eyes narrowed with laughter, and she said, "The boss is thinking about the prince?"
"Miss him?" He curled his lips and glared at her fiercely, "Which of your eyes saw that I was thinking about him?"
Qing Yi burst into laughter, Qian Duoduo raised his arrogant head and stared at her round eyes.
one second……
Two seconds...
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Ten seconds...
Qian Duoduo shrugged, "Okay, just think that I miss him." Yes, I want him to die.
"Hehe, boss, the prince said that he would have to wait for the mistress to arrive before having breakfast. Let's see how kind the prince is to you, the princess." Qing Yi reported.
Qian Duoduo raised his eyebrows. Hey, that Prince Lanling would be so kind to wait for her? She fell into his hands twice in a row. She had great reservations about Prince Lanling's personality, "Everyone is waiting for me?"
Qing Yi concluded, "No, no, Mrs. Ruhua is seriously injured, so she hasn't arrived yet. The prince was probably at Mrs. Huaru's place last night."
Damn! What is this waiting for?
I just didn't expect that King Lanling loved his two concubines so much that he even allowed them to eat at the same table. It's no wonder that they were arrogant and domineering in the palace and didn't take her as the princess in his eyes at all.
"Then let me freshen up." Yes, the princess also looks like a princess.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Huaru valued her status in the palace so much. In order to prove that she was the prince's favorite woman and that she was above Qian Duoduo, even small things such as breakfast had to be taken care of by her mistress.
What I want even more is for Qian Duoduo to know that she is no match for Mrs. Huaru.
When Qian Duoduo saw this, he sat down very elegantly with Qing Yi's support. He raised his eyes and stared at her with a resentful look. His thick hatred was directed towards her without concealment.
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He raised the corner of his mouth, gave her an elegant smile, and looked at her steadily, "You don't want to be polite when you see the princess? What kind of etiquette is this?"
"An Shengxue, don't think that you come from a famous family. Once you marry into the Lanling Palace, it is your destiny to be a princess. The prince will not like you. It is you who shamelessly pester the prince." Mrs. Hua Ru said with full of hatred. That viciousness
His gaze was like a poisoned sword. If gaze could kill, then Qian Duoduo must be covered in bruises at this moment.
"I'm just getting married, what qualifications does a woman like you have to talk to me head-on?" She smiled and said innocently.
Humph, fight with me? Your wisdom has not been developed to that level yet.
"Go to hell." Mrs. Huaru was furious and slapped Duoduo hard on the face.
Duoduo was stunned. She didn't expect that this woman would dare to hit Wenwen when she saw him weak. She felt a burning pain that instantly engulfed all her senses. There was a faint smell of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Duoduo was immediately angry. As a Taekwondo expert, she had never been beaten by a man, let alone a woman. Her competitive spirit suddenly arose. She gave a sarcastic smile and waved her hand without hesitation, straight towards Hua Ru Jiaoyan.