Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

At this time, Prince Jing's Mansion.

Lingling stood with her head down in front of the palace gate, wearing a white dress, with a plain face and slightly red eyes, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

Pedestrians saw a young girl waiting here, and all looked sideways, but they automatically imagined an ethical drama in their minds.

Xia Cheng endured and endured, he couldn't help it anymore, walked in front of Lingling with a sullen face, and said: "Miss Ling, I have already told you that the princess is not here, why don't you go back first?"

Ling Ling shook her head and said in a low voice, "No, I'll just wait here."

Seeing her like this, Xia Cheng's heart was suffocated, acting as if he was bullying others, helplessly, compromised: "Forget it, you can wait if you want, I have sent someone to invite the princess back."

"Thank you." Ling Ling blessed her body.

Xia Cheng glanced at her quietly, then turned around and went back, now he only hoped that the princess would come back quickly.

Lingling looked at the grand palace, with a trace of envy in her eyes, but more of it was jealousy.

Looking back on this month, from Huaizhou to the capital, she suffered all kinds of hardships all the way, and was forced into desperation time and time again, but Ling Youyao was able to enjoy the service of maids and servants in such a magnificent house.
God is really eccentric.

At this time, a clear and soft voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Cousin?"

Lingling heard the reputation and looked around, and saw a young girl in green shirt standing behind her, her face was delicate but not gorgeous, her clear eyes were full of subtle warmth, her pink lips were glittering and translucent, like the first day in April. Clusters of peach blossoms.

Sure enough, she was very similar to Ling Qingwei, even a little bit better than her.
Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Ling Youyao called out again uncertainly: "Cousin, what's wrong with you?"

Lingling suddenly came back to her senses, and said, "You are Youyao?"

When Ling Yuwei brought his family back to Huaizhou to visit relatives, Ling Youyao was not yet born, so Lingling had never met her, but only heard her mother mention it often.

"Well," Ling Youyao nodded, and asked intentionally, "Cousin, why did you come to the capital suddenly?"

She had already made up her mind about Lingling's going to Beijing, but she didn't expect her to come so soon, let alone that instead of going to Ling's house, she came to the palace.

Hearing these words, Ling Ling could no longer restrain the pain in her heart, her nose sore, and tears fell down.

"Youyao, I have seen you, you don't even know how much I have suffered in order to come to the capital to find you"

Ling Youyao patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Cousin, don't cry, let's go in and talk about it first."

"it is good"

Lingling immediately put away her tears, and finally stepped into the palace that she had been thinking about so much.

When I saw it from the outside, I only felt the grandeur of the palace, but after entering the inside, I realized that the carved beams are picturesque, like a palace in heaven.

Passing through the courtyard, skipping the corridor, and seeing the tall building standing in the east, Lingling finally couldn't help asking: "Youyao, what's that place?"

Ling Youyao followed her gaze, recalling the appearance of Fu Mingjue when he was reading a book by the window that night, and replied lightly: "It's nothing, the place to put the sundries."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

This simple and casual sentence set off a huge wave in Lingling's heart. Such an exquisite pavilion is only used to store sundries?

After being surprised, she began to lament the injustice of fate. Ling Youyao could live in such a luxurious house, but she could only depend on others.

Unknowingly, the two came to the flower hall.

Ling Ling sat on the cushion embroidered with gold silk, holding a crystal clear white jade teacup, unable to conceal her excitement.

"I heard from my mother that you married King Jing, and I was worried that you would be wronged in the palace. Now it seems that the prince treats you very well."

As he spoke, he thought of his premature marriage again, and felt sour in his heart.

Ling Youyao smiled but did not smile, and silently changed the topic: "Cousin, how did you come to the capital?"

Fu Mingjue said that Lingling was trapped in Suizhou, penniless and unable to move a single step.But now, she not only came to the capital, but also came to her door, which made Ling Youyao wonder if someone was secretly helping her.

Hearing this, Lingling's eyes flickered, she lowered her head and said, "I happened to meet a caravan that was going to Beijing, so I took their car and came together."

"Oh, I see."

Ling Youyao looked at her expression secretly, then sighed: "I heard from my elder brother about the uncle, but His Majesty was in a fit of anger at the time, and there was nothing Father could do about it."

Lingling's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly, and she said stiffly, "I know, no one can change His Majesty's will."

"It's a long way from Huaizhou to the capital. My cousin must have suffered a lot on the way. How about this? I'll take you home first and let my mother arrange for you to stay."

"Go home?" Lingling was taken aback, shouldn't she live in the palace?
Ling Youyao just thought she was not used to it, and explained with a smile: "Although my father hasn't returned to Huaizhou for many years, we are a family after all. Cousin don't have to worry, just stay here with peace of mind."

"But I..." Lingling hesitated.

Before coming, Shen Xuhuai told her that she would stay in the palace no matter what, but now Ling Youyao wants her to go back to Ling's house alone.

Ling Youyao looked at her suspiciously: "Cousin, what's the matter? Don't you want to?"

"No, no." Lingling quickly waved her hands, "I'm just afraid of seeing my cousin."

This excuse made Ling Youyao somewhat believe it.

Ling Qingyan's dislike for Ling Ling has not lasted for a day or two. If they lived under the same roof, something might happen.

After thinking for a while, Ling Youyao said: "In that case, then cousin should stay here."

Lingling was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect her to agree so readily.

"Lvbao, ask someone to clean up the room and arrange for my cousin to stay." Ling Youyao turned her head and ordered.

"Yes." Lu Bao curled her lips and reluctantly went down.

Ling Youyao frowned, and took her arm affectionately as she walked towards Lanhui Courtyard, saying: "It's fine for my cousin to stay, as I happen to have more people to talk with me. Frozen to death."

Lingling was dragged out by her, still immersed in the sudden surprise and unable to extricate herself.

That's right, from today onwards, she can also live in such a gorgeous and unique mansion.

It didn't take long for Shen Xuhuai to hear about Lingling's stay in the palace. Regarding this, he didn't have any joy on his face, but was a little confused.

"My son, what are you thinking? Miss Ling has already stayed in the palace as you ordered."

Shen Xuhuai smiled: "I thought Yao'er wouldn't let her stay so easily, but she is so straightforward, I really don't understand."

However, Ling Ling's stay in the palace was indeed of great use to him.

"Forget it, let her go, after all Lingling dare not lay hands on her"

As soon as the words fell, there was an earth-shattering roar from outside——

"Shen Chao, come out for me!"