An Qing got the news of the seventh prince's wedding to Wang Yarong, and her mind kept spinning along the way: She knew how big Wang Yarong's heart was, and she was going to marry the seventh prince so soon, so she was afraid there would be something fishy, blah blah blah.
All kinds of conjectures An Qing, who had been suppressed for a long time in Qingyue Nunnery, finally found the latest joy in life.
After finally waiting for the sedan chair to swing into the palace, as soon as her feet landed, she led the people straight to Bi Yuexuan in the backyard.
He even stopped his subordinates from reporting, just to see As soon as the fresh and hot food came out, but before entering Wang Yarong's room, a shrill voice came from inside: "Give me a good slap, I want to see how hard your bones are."
In the crackling voice , mixed with Wang Yarong's anger.
"Sister, I just came back from the nunnery today to say hello to my sister.
Why is my sister so angry?"
The girl behind An Qing raised the curtain high, and An Qing laughed as soon as she poked her head in.
Wang Yarong was leaning on the Arhat couch with a soft pillow.
There was a touch of blue in her pale face, and the shadows under her eyes were thick.
She was looking at the two people kneeling in front of her with hatred, without even looking at An Qing.
Not to mention responding and completely ignoring her.
"Sister, sister is getting married soon.
It's better to let the people below teach you.
This will not only prevent you from getting angry, but also prevent others from knowing and thinking that our palace is as unruly as a merchant's home."
An Qingming knew that Wang Yarong was doing it on purpose.
Ignoring her, but not criticizing her, he just picked out the pain points in her heart and stabbed her firmly and harshly.
Wang Yarong slowly turned her face.
There was no color on her thin face.
She stared at An Qing with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
The corners of her pale mouth curled up, revealing a smile that made people feel chilled.
She said hoarsely: "What my sister said is true, but my sister used to be a lower-class citizen, not as good as a girl from a merchant's family, but now she has reached the position of princess."
After saying that, she raised her eyebrows provocatively at An Qing.
An Qing shrugged and didn't seem to mind at all.
Instead, he picked up the fragrant tea brought by his servant and drank it.
Wang Yarong frowned and looked at her with an impatient look on his face, but did not speak.
After An Qing drank tea, he said many words of congratulations to Wang Yarong and the seventh prince.
When he looked at her face, which was so cold that it could freeze, he sent out the toys collected near Qingyue Nunnery, got up and left Anqing.
As soon as he left, Wang Yarong immediately put away the tea bowl in his hand and the things An Qing left on the table.
Sweeping it to the ground, the things fell to the ground with a crackle and shattered all over the ground.
In her red but lifeless eyes, tears flowed down again uncontrollably.
She bit her lips and whispered softly as if talking to herself.
He murmured: "I can't let others see me laughing, I can't let others see me laughing."
In the room of servants, no one dared to respond to Wang Yarong's words, while Qiu Yu and Qiu Tong, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time and whose faces were no longer recognisable, gritted their teeth silently.
As soon as Qiao Yiran went to court, he saw the attendant sent by Qiao Quan to report the news.
Knowing that An Qing was back, he even refused to carry the sedan chair and rode back alone.
The seventh prince even called him several times behind him.
Didn't even hear it.
In Wutong Garden, Qiao Yiran looked at An Qing, who was holding his chin in his hand and staring at the drizzle outside the window.
He exhaled with relief: "Daughter, you are finally back."
He silently let go of his heart. tgt ttrgt: