The lotus is already weak, and in the drizzle and breeze, it has a pale face, making it look even weaker.

Although Lianlian looks like Fang, she is Jin Lan's daughter, Xiao's father, and she still has some beauty that belongs to her father's clan.

Although it cannot be compared with the amazing beauty of Caicai, this scene also has a bit of pitiful tenderness.

She was wearing a green blue skirt and knelt at the entrance of the ancestral hall, her thin shoulders shaking slightly, shaking.

The sound of footsteps came from behind.

She turned around and saw the noble and beautiful boy who often appeared in her dreams.

As the eldest son of the Zhao royal family, Yan'er perfectly inherited all the advantages of her parents.

Although he was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he already had a slender figure and a handsome face. Perhaps influenced by his mother Yun Dai, he was not as cold as the Zhao royal family, but as gentle and quiet as the breeze and rain.

Just one glance makes people fall.

Lianlian looked at the prince who was walking slowly, stunned.

The butler of Jin's house who was following Yan'er saw her and said in surprise: "Miss. Second Miss, you--"

"I'm not at ease with my sister." Lianlian interrupted the butler's words, and her soft voice brought a bit of weakness and hoarseness.

The manager didn't dare to say anything, so he stepped forward and opened the lock on the door of the ancestral hall and said respectfully: "Your Highness, please."

Yan'er nodded and stepped up the steps.

Lianlian watched the prince approaching and passed by him. The corner of the blue shirt on his body almost brushed his arm.

Lianlian was a little trembling and wanted to stop him.

But he did not stop and walked over quickly. Without even looking at himself, he walked into the ancestral hall.

Lianlian looked at his back and felt like she was missing.

Yes.

He is the high-ranking prince, and an existence she needs to look up to.

And she is just a concubine of the Jin family, without the beauty of her sister, nor with the noble status of her sister.

My sister is the future princess, and she...

Nothing is.

So His Royal Highness has no need to care about her humbleness.

The manager stayed outside and saw that the prince had entered, so he bent down and said to Lianlian: "Miss 2, why are you kneeling again? Master Ruo knew that he would be unhappy. You are in poor health, so go back. The prince's palace is down, and the eldest lady will not have any trouble."

Lianlian frowned: "What do I do, do you need to talk too much?"

"This... I dare not." The manager was helpless and stood up straight and stood aside.

Yan'er walked into the ancestral hall and saw Cai Cai sitting on a cushion with her back facing the door. Her long hair was draped behind her, like a glittering black waterfall.

Still kneeling?

Yan'er frowned gently and called out, "Caicai, what's wrong with you?"

Cai Cai looked back—

Yan'er chuckled when she saw her appearance.

I saw her eating osmanthus cake with both hands, and the corners of her mouth were covered with pastry crumbs, like a little hamster.

Although I have known each other since I was a child, and have seen her childhood sweethearts countless times, this is the first time Yan'er has seen Cai Cai like this.

She was wearing a wrinkled cotton white dress, her long fluffy hair was scattered, and her face was dirty.

Caicai has been recognized as a little beauty since childhood, and is a typical beauty since childhood.

I am used to seeing her gentle and gentle appearance on weekdays, just like a vase on Duobao Pavilion. Beautiful, it is inevitable that she has no taste.
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