Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 8 Your Highness, Please Respect Yourself 8
Lan Shuang didn't know when she fell asleep last night, anyway, when she woke up, King Ming was no longer there, and the quilt on the couch was half lifted, as if it was laid out neatly.

Lan Shuang stretched her waist, got up and wanted to get off the ground, but she took something off her leg.

"Huh?" She lowered her head to pick it up and found it was a snow-white veil, "Where did you get the veil on the bed?"

888: "I had it last night."

"Really? I didn't pay attention. Is there anything special?"

Lan Shuang looked around, and it seemed that there was nothing special.

888: "Ah, this..."

"Squeak-"

King Ming opened the door and entered, just looking at Lan Shuang who was holding the veil with both hands, and then his eyes moved down to the veil, his expression suddenly became strange.

"You... just leave it at that, you don't need to do it."

After Ming Wang finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and entered the house.

Lan Shuang blinked blankly: "I do it? What do I do?"

888 added in a low voice: "The host, I didn't finish what I just said, this is actually Yuanpa."

After speaking, his face turned red, and he covered his eyes with his hands shyly.

Lan Shuang frowned: "What yuan... ah!"

She suddenly realized that on the wedding night in ancient times, the handkerchief used to receive a woman's redness was called Yuan handkerchief, because nothing happened last night, so this thing is white.

No, the point is not this!
She looked at this thing for a long time just now, and was seen by King Ming...

No wonder he had that expression just now.

"What moment of death!" Lan Shuang squeezed the veil tightly, wishing to destroy it immediately.

888: "Host calm down, just now King Ming said that you don't need to do this thing, he should still be useful, let's let it go first."

Lan Shuang snorted softly, and put the handkerchief on the table.

King Ming was sitting in front of the couch, his gaze was heavy: "Today I will go back to the front yard. If you don't like the furnishings here, you can ask the housekeeper to change them. You won't need to enter the palace for a while. I'll go to thank you. You recognize someone in the mansion."

"OK, no problem."

Lan Shuang sat down at the table, "Can someone come in and change the water now?"

King Ming nodded: "As you please."

He didn't leave after speaking, just sat there, Lan Shuang looked at him suspiciously.

Without waiting for her to ask, someone knocked on the door suddenly: "My servant greets the prince and concubine, and my servant is here to collect the yuan handkerchief."

Lan Shuang suddenly realized that the show started early in the morning, so she had to cooperate with him and pretend to be at odds.

The emperor couldn't see that King Ming was good, if he fell in love with King Ming, wouldn't he become a thorn in his side?
She cleared her throat and raised her voice, "Enter—"

After the words were finished, a nanny in a dark brown palace dress came in, bowed to her and King Ming, her eyes fell on the bed, she didn't see what she wanted, she was slightly taken aback.

Lan Shuang pinched the Yuan handkerchief: "Here."

The nanny was surprised, "This...how can you work hard for the princess..."

"It's never used anyway, it's very clean, take it."

"……Yes."

When Mammy reached out to take it, her eyes were complicated and she couldn't hide her sympathy.

Tsk tsk tsk, the bridal chamber wedding night actually didn't do anything, wouldn't it become a joke in the capital if it spread?
King Ming is really cruel!

Such a flowery beauty could bear it?

She sighed silently, and looked at Lan Shuang sympathetically, put the handkerchief into the wooden box, closed the lid and looked at King Ming who was sitting silently in front of the couch, looking at this iceberg-like face.

Alas, you are all poor people, how will you live in the future?
She bowed to King Ming: "Your maidservant will leave."

King Ming didn't even lift his eyelids, "Yes."

Nanny hurriedly escaped out of the bedroom, met Yu Xiao and Biqing, and left in a hurry without saying anything.

Biqing frowned suspiciously: "Is the fire burning your butt? In such a hurry?"

Yu Xiao glanced at her and didn't say a word. She knocked on the door and got permission before entering, not daring to look around, and walked to King Ming: "My lord, it's time to change clothes."

"Well, let's go."

King Ming was sitting in a wheelchair, and Yu Xiao pushed him out. When Lan Shuang passed by, Lan Shuang waved to them: "Go slowly."

Yu Xiao's eyebrows twitched, this princess is really... lively.

After Bi Qing and the others had left, they came in with a tray, changed a pot of tea for Lan Shuang, and put a few plates of snacks, so that Lan Shuang could drink saliva.

Afterwards, breakfast was delivered from the kitchen. Lan Shuang washed and changed her clothes, had a full meal, and began to wait quietly.

Within half an hour, Lan Shuang saw a man in a willow-green gown walking slowly from a distance, followed by a group of people from a distance.

Biqing was surprised: "How can there be a foreigner in the backyard?"

Lan Shuang was calmer than her, squinted her eyes for a while and said, "He should be the housekeeper of the palace."

"Huh? So young?"

Biqing turned to look at the person who was getting closer and closer in disbelief, "And he looks too...too delicate?"

She doesn't know so many complimenting words, she only knows that delicate is used to praise someone's good looks, so she just uses it.

But in Lan Shuang's eyes, the person in front of her is more or less described as male and female.

Handsome and somewhat feminine.

It's okay if you change your clothes and pretend to be a woman.

Unlike King Ming, although King Ming is also very handsome, his facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and his lines are tough, which is very oppressive at first glance.

This one looks smiling and has no temper, but Lan Shuang intuitively feels that he is also a ruthless character.

"My subordinate, Yu Heng, has met the concubine."

"Yu Heng?" Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows, "What's the relationship between you and Yu Xiao beside the prince?"

"It's ok."

Yu Heng said with a smile: "So the surname given by the prince, we are all surnamed Yu."

"I see." Lan Shuang didn't ask why she was given the surname Yu, even if the surname was Cao, it had nothing to do with her.

"These are the only people in the palace?" Lan Shuang glanced behind him, and the servant girls were divided into two rows, lined up.

"Yes, the prince is violent and bloodthirsty, and there will not be many people in the mansion."

Yu Heng also spoke gently and softly, but the meaning in the words was really unpleasant.

Who are you scaring?

Lan Shuang's face did not change, and she even smiled faintly: "Where is the maid that the prince asked you to find for me?"

Yu Heng didn't expect Lan Shuang to react like this, and there was a bit of playfulness in his eyes.

He turned around and ordered two people to come out: "Yuanfei, Yanming, these two maids are ingenious, what does the princess think?"

Lan Shuang raised her eyes and glanced, the two looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, so young that they seemed to be able to pinch water, they looked delicate and soft, their eyes thought they were hiding well, but they were all ambition.

She suddenly darkened her face: "No problem, change."

After saying that, she got up and walked out, stood on the steps and looked around, and casually ordered two maids: "You—and you, what's your name?"

The two looked at each other and went out.

"The servant girl is sleeping in the cold."

"Slave's Sleeping Incense."

"Zhihan, Mianxiang, these two names sound nice, it's up to you. From now on, you will stay in my yard and be maids."

"Thank you, princess!"

Both maids were very happy.

Yu Heng was surprised, how could she pick the safest two so accurately?
"Why don't Yuanfei and Yanming please the princess?" He asked tentatively.

Lan Shuang didn't speak, but when she turned around, she gave him a meaningful look, and raised her eyebrows, as if to say: With your little thoughtfulness, do you have the nerve to show off in front of me?
(End of this chapter)