Xi Liangyan's original face was too beautiful, and even a casual maid's uniform could not be concealed.

Standing with Feng Qingcheng who has been dressed up will only take away the limelight and glory of Feng Qingcheng, the fake Xiyue princess.

Feng Qingcheng was thinking in his heart at first.

This princess of Xiyue didn't know how to cover her face. How could the maid look so beautiful and compare the princess of a country?

This princess is probably insincere.

Even if Feng Qingcheng doesn't want to, he has to admit that Xiliangyan is more beautiful than her.

Now, I have seen Xiliangyan with my own eyes-

Feng Qingcheng was completely shocked by all his jealousy.

...so awesome!!

Is this the ancient disguise technique? It is much more powerful than modern makeup techniques!

Xi Liangyan glanced at Feng Qingcheng and whispered: "Put away your idiot."

“…”

Feng Qingcheng's face suddenly stiffened.

I originally wanted to ask Xiliangyan if she could teach her ancient disguise skills, but I couldn't say it immediately.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Nanliang Palace.

Xiliangyan jumped first, and the maid's skirt bloomed like a flower and landed lightly.

As soon as the carriage was set off, the noble princess of Xiyue had completely conscientiously played the role of the maid.

Xiliangyan lowered his head slightly, stretched out his slender hand, and his palm facing upwards—

"Princess, please get off the car."

Seeing such a arrogant, noble and gorgeous princess in Xiyue, she respectfully lowered her head and helped her get off the carriage, Feng Qingcheng's heart immediately felt fluttering.

She coughed, and pretended to be reserved to stretch out her slender jade hand, put her fingertips on the palm of Xiliangyan's hand, and she helped her out of the carriage.

Xiliang Qin came over with a cold expression. He had no love for Feng Qingcheng, the 'little sister' on his handsome face. He said coldly: "Let's go."

"Brother, he is the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion of the Nanliang Kingdom." At this time, Xiliangyan suddenly said.

The Nanliang State had a position and power, Murong Lin, and everyone in the four countries knew about it.

...The Prime Minister's Mansion, isn't that the Murong family?

Feng Qingcheng's mind circled and then realized it.

When talking about the Murong family, Feng Qingcheng inevitably thinks of someone-

Murong Ge.

When Feng Qingcheng thought of Murong Ge, he felt a little itchy.

She kindly invited Murong Ge's alliance, but she was "humiliated".

When she was in Tianxianglou, she was the same. If she could sell those recipes, why would she fall to the point of going to Hongxiuzhao to be a courtesan or a erotic dancer?

In the end, I was given a savage man from the Eighth Prince of Mobei...

In the final analysis, it has nothing to do with this Murong Ge.

Feng Qingcheng hated her so much.

But she is afraid to see her now!

Murong Ge has seen her look in women's clothing, and even knows that she is the fourth lady of the Fengyang Hou Mansion. If she sees her here...

It was revealed that it was not the Princess of the West Joseon...

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but hide behind Xiliang Qin, asking not to let Murong Ge discover it.

Bai Mo followed his father Murong Lin from the car and saw a man in brocade clothes walking towards him.

Looking at the clothes, he is the prince of the Western Yue Kingdom.

Xiliang Qin clasped his fists and said, "Prime Minister Murong."

Murong Lin replied, "It turns out to be the eldest prince of the Western Yue."

"This is the little sister, Xiliangyan, the third princess of Xiyue."

Xiliang Qin introduced Murong Lin and Bai Mo, and then waved to Feng Qingcheng:

"Yan'er, come here to see Prime Minister Murong."

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Chapter completed!