Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

But for some reason, I always feel as if a huge rock is pressing on my heart, making me unable to breathe. Even if I sleep on such a bed, I still have nightmares.

Yesterday, Helan Mosu's cold and ambiguous attitude towards her made her feel a little scared. Even so, when that extremely bewitching face appeared in front of her eyes, she felt a sense of peace in her heart for no reason.

The heart is so contradictory... Could it be because he saved himself?

The injury on Shui Ningyan's knee was not a serious injury in the first place, but after yesterday's rest, she can move freely.

Originally, there was no major event yesterday, but Helan Mosu made a big fuss and wanted to lift herself up every now and then, so she didn't even have a chance to walk on the ground.

In the morning, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and found that her leg injury was almost healed, but the wound on her arm where the cat scratched her was still aching.

Zijin and Baiji served breakfast for themselves, looking at the meals on the table, the first thing Shui Ningyan thought of was to summon everyone in the house to lecture.

Although she is not yet a crown princess in name, the facts are already certain, and besides, she has something to announce, and she can't wait until she gets married with Helan Mosu before taking care of the family.

While eating, Shui Ningyan saw that Bai Ji had brought the butler over, but seeing that he was still eating, he waited aside and did not disturb.

Su picked up the tea cup at hand, took a sip of Shui Ningyan slowly, and looked at the housekeeper.

Zijin understood Shui Ningyan's eyes, and stepped forward to bring the housekeeper to Shui Ningyan.

"Uncle Zhang." Vermilion lips parted slightly, and Shui Ningyan's quiet eyes looked at the bowed old slave in front of him.She knew that this man was brought out by Helan Mosu from the East Palace to serve him, and he was physically disabled, but since he was not in the palace, she didn't need to tell his father-in-law to hurt his heart.

It seemed that she didn't expect that Shui Ningyan would call herself Uncle Zhang so kindly, the steward's waist was bowed a little lower, and his face was extremely respectful.

Shui Ningyan glanced at his expression lightly, no matter whether he is genuinely respectful or fake, since she came to this mansion, then she has to take care of the affairs of this mansion even if she doesn't like it.

"Are you the one who sets the rules in the house?" Shui Ningyan asked him as she put down the teacup slowly.

"Your Majesty, the rules are all from the palace, not from the old slave." The butler replied respectfully.

Shui Ningyan lowered her eyes when she heard the words, and after a while, she looked at him with a faint smile: "Since this palace is about to take over the prince's mansion, the rules of the mansion should be changed from the day I come here." .”

"This..." Hearing the words, the butler immediately raised his head and looked at Shui Ningyan hesitantly, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"What?" Shui Ningyan raised her eyebrows.

"I'm afraid something is wrong." The housekeeper lowered his head, but still replied softly and respectfully.

Shui Ningyan smiled indifferently: "If Uncle Zhang feels something is wrong, he can go to ask the crown prince for instructions and then report back to me."

Shui Ningyan carried Helan Mosu out just to remind him of her identity.

Sure enough, after hearing Shui Ningyan's slightly cold voice, his heart trembled, and he immediately replied respectfully and politely: "Your Majesty, if you want to change the rules, it is naturally possible, but the rules are cumbersome, there are two copies, old slave I'm afraid the empress won't be able to see it."

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