Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 608
It was too late when the maid who tied her hair noticed the hint in her companion's eyes.

An Ran raised her head, and looked at the maid standing behind her through the bronze mirror: "Miss San of the Shangshu Mansion? Does she have a good relationship with Yi Ran?"

"Not good not good, not good at all."

Before the maid who tied her hair had time to return, she was taken a step ahead by her companions.

She worried that if she didn't intervene, this idiot would make a big mistake.

Their identities are just the lowest rank of maidservants in the palace. If the master finds out about the matters of the master, they will definitely be punished.

What's more, the third lady of the Shangshu Mansion is a savage.

If this matter got to the ears of the third lady of the Shangshu Mansion by accident, they would be even more unable to finish eating.

Seeing that the maid was unwilling to say more, An Ran didn't ask any more questions.

In the past, her temper was not much different from that of the third young lady mentioned by the maid, but then the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion underwent a sudden change, which changed her temperament a lot.

If it was changed before, she would definitely keep asking.

But now, she is more willing to exchange her heart for her heart, and doesn't want to force others to do anything they don't want to do.

When it was almost noon, many people came to the Prince Regent's Palace.

An Ran was sitting in the room, hearing the noise outside, her heart was in a panic, beating drums with tension.

Because she has been living in the Prince Regent's Mansion, the process of welcoming the bride is omitted.

It wasn't until noon that a middle-aged woman rushed into the room and urged: "It's time, take the little princess to the front hall."

An Ran was already ready, and when she heard the middle-aged woman's urging voice, she hurriedly got up and walked out.

Seeing that she hadn't put on the red hijab, the maidservant behind her quickly ran after her with the red hijab: "Princess, I haven't put on the hijab yet."

In a flurry, An Ran was led towards the front hall by two maidservants.

Coming outside the front hall, An Ran saw Nangong Yiran waiting outside the front hall at a glance.

An Ran was already nervous, but when she saw Nangong Yiran, her heart was beating wildly.

Perhaps feeling the sight coming from behind, Nangong Yiran turned his head slowly.

Seeing An Ran approaching slowly, he quickly stepped forward to meet her.

Coming in front of An Ran, Nangong Yiran looked down at her trembling hands.

He smiled slightly, raised his hand and held her hand: "Don't be nervous."

Nangong Yiran's voice slowly entered An Ran's ears.

An Ran met his eyes, had never seen him so gentle, and was stunned for a moment.

However, An Ran indulged in it for too long, and Nangong Yiran's voice reached her ears again.

"Although you look a bit ugly, fortunately, you are covered by a red hijab so that others cannot see your appearance."

"..."

Suddenly, the corner of An Ran's mouth twitched slightly, and her hands trembled even more.

It's just that she trembled just now because she was nervous.

But the trembling at this time was because he was burned by Nangong Yiqi.

She knew that it was impossible for Nangong Yiran to spit out ivory from his mouth.

Just now she felt that this brat was gentle, he must be blind and blind.

Glancing at Nangong Yiran who was standing in front of her, An Ran stretched out her hand and held one end of the concentric knot in her hand.

Seeing her actions, Nangong Yiran laughed lightly: "It seems that you really want to marry this king."

Hearing Nangong Yiran's voice, An Ran rolled up his sleeves.

This brat really deserves a beating.

(End of this chapter)