The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"...Yes!" Jiang Nanyan's attitude was very firm, and her tone was also stern. Xia He didn't dare to stay any longer, and retreated behind Fu Fu.

Jiang Nanyan stared blankly at Xia He, turning her back three times a step and leaving, she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The flickering candlelight on the table reflected on Jiang Nanyan's slightly absent-minded face, leaving a graceful shadow.

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Jiang Nanyan sat for the whole night. [

That night, she almost thought about it, but she couldn't think of a way to sneak out of the palace without making a sound.

The sky is gray and not full light yet.

It was dark outside the house, and the surroundings were silent, except for the occasional chirp or two of insects, there was no sound.

Jiang Nanyan, who had been sitting on the round stool all night, stood up, walked around the room, moved her stiff body, and looked at the room that she had lived in for a long time but had never looked at carefully.

I don't know if it's because the former princess didn't like luxury, but the furniture in this room is pitifully sparse, it doesn't look like a woman's room.

Apart from a few necessary furnishings, there were even a few ink paintings casually hung in the room as decorations.

The only thing that can be considered gorgeous is probably the screen between the bed and the round table.

Although she doesn't know much about silk embroidery, Jiang Nanyan can tell at a glance that the workmanship of the screen is very particular.