Zijin smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "We are already dying. I am very happy if someone comes to see me. How can I blame you?"
The second prince was startled again, and after a long time he shook his head and said: "She is really a very special woman! It's a pity that God is jealous of beauty..."
Perhaps because he was afraid that Zi Jin would be sad, the second prince immediately stopped talking and asked, "Can you still go to the general election tomorrow?"
"What are you talking about, the second prince? I'm afraid I can't even stand now. How can I participate in the general election?"
Seeing Zijin say this, the second prince's eyes immediately dimmed.
Zijin said calmly: "The second prince once said that the fate of women in the harem is like duckweed, and they can only drift with the tide and not be on their own. It is best to find a big tree to rely on.
This slave is not blessed in this life, I’m afraid I won’t be as lucky as this…”
After saying these words, Zijin was a little out of breath.
The second prince's eyes flickered, but his hand held Zijin's hand tightly.
"If the second prince really has feelings for Zi Jin, I hope the second prince can help my two friends and take care of them more."
After entering the palace, the only ones Zijin was worried about were Jingwen and Zhong Ling:
"Sister Zhong Ling from the Peony Pavilion is someone who has been pampered since childhood and has no scheming intentions.
I'm afraid that she doesn't know the depth in this deep palace, and she doesn't even know if she has offended anyone..."