Yao Yingxue was taken away by His Highness the Third Highness. A few days later, news came that she was named Madam and would always be by the Prince's side.

Although Pei Yuanhao is a romantic person and surrounded by beauties, the one who really received the award besides Ning Yan before was Yao Yingxue. It can also be seen that he attaches great importance to Yao Yingxue.

This incident was like a huge stone thrown into calm water. The whole Yeting was boiling. The maids were talking about it, and many emotions were slowly revealed at this time.

Some people are envious, some are jealous, some are angry, and some are peaceful.

And I am the last one.

Yu'er, on the other hand, was quite aggrieved. While tidying up her bed, she said, "Look, it's Yao Yingxue who took advantage of others' danger. Otherwise, His Highness the Third Prince could like her? Humph!"

Although I felt a little uneasy, I still couldn't help but laugh: "Taking advantage of others' danger? Yu'er, what are you talking about?"

"That's right. His Highness the Third Prince can't even remember who she is. He must have been drunk and unconscious. It could have been a woman. Otherwise, how could he get her turn?"

Can it be a woman?

This sentence was like a wooden thorn, piercing my heart. It hurt a little. I forced a smile: "She is also a beauty, and she has always been unwilling to be just a palace maid. Now she is fine. She has been granted the title of

Madam, enjoying all the glory and wealth can be regarded as seeking benevolence and receiving benevolence."

Yu'er glanced at me resentfully and pouted: "That's it for you. You are a good person no matter what. No matter how others treat you, you don't hold grudges. No wonder you didn't say anything when she bullied you like this before."

"It doesn't matter if she bullies me," I looked at Yu'er with a smile: "As long as you are nice to me, that's enough. When the emperor grants amnesty, we can leave the palace together and never care about these things again, okay?"
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"Of course!"

Yu'er looked at me with a smile. After making the bed, it was our turn to be on duty today, so they went out with a smile.

Walking on the path leading to the Neizang Pavilion, the sunshine today is particularly good, and it shines warmly on people. The bamboos on the roadside sway gently in the wind, exuding a light fragrance, which makes people feel comfortable. I feel comfortable all the way.

While walking, I joked with Yu'er along the way, and the previous gloomy mood was completely gone.

I figured it out too.

Some things are indeed irreversible, but since it has happened, it should be let go. Now I just hope that I can spend these last few months in peace and leave the palace safely, leaving this world full of haze.

Place, just live your ordinary life!

Looking at my cheerful look, Yu'er smiled and said: "Qingying, you should smile more. You look so pretty when you smile. You are much prettier than Ningyan and Yao Yingxue..."

"You're talking nonsense again!"

I gave her an angry look and didn't say anything. After a while, I arrived at the Neizang Pavilion. It was as quiet as usual. The breeze outside the window blew through the green bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound. The sun shone lazily on

On the windowsill, you can faintly see a lot of dust flying in the air.

As usual, I swept around with a whisk, rearranged the books on the bookshelf, then picked up a book and started reading.

Unexpectedly, I picked out a book at random, and it turned out to be the "Commentaries on the Thirteen Classics" that the prince had read.

There are some of his annotations on it. His Royal Highness's handwriting is as elegant as his person. There are light connecting strokes between the words, which makes them appear flowing. He does not look like a prince of the Tian family who is immersed in the struggle for imperial power.

Like a handsome scholar holding a folding fan in Yanyu Jiangnan.

Looking back on the few years I have been in the palace, I rarely had the opportunity to write, and the handwriting I practiced when I was a child has long been rusty.

So, I stretched out my hand and wrote slowly along the handwriting on the book with my index finger, and my fingertips seemed to dance as the strokes moved.
Chapter completed!