High-priced businesswoman: Princess does not compete for favor

Chapter 334 Dreams Shattered Too Quickly 2
Xun Mansion, Bamboo Courtyard.

"How is it? Did you find out?" Nagiko asked anxiously, looking at Chuntao beside her.

"Going back to Miss San, it's been confirmed. The eldest lady will come back on the day of her death. As for the prince, I don't know."

Chuntao faltered as she spoke, not daring to look up at her young lady.

"If you don't know, just ask again, otherwise how will my plan be carried out." Naikomi knocked Chuntao on the head with some dissatisfaction.

"Yes, the servant girl will go right away."

"Save more for me." Fuzimei added another sentence to Chuntao who left, and Chuntao responded and left the yard.

Meiyuan.

The maid, Yin Ju, trotted into the room.

On the main seat, Mikoto glared at the flustered Yinju, and shouted in a cold voice.

"What are you running, what happened?"

Yin Ju stepped forward, whispered something next to Chang Ziqin's ear, and then stepped aside.

Ji Ziqin looked up at Yinju, "Is that what they really said?"

"Yes, when the servant girl passed by, I accidentally overheard it, and it was verbatim." Yin Ju said with affirmative attitude.

After hearing this, Mikoto sneered, "It seems that she has finally made a move, so we'll just pretend we don't know, and we'll decide when the time comes."

"Yes, ma'am."

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"The prince is here." Following the voice from outside the courtyard, Yan Qingcheng put down the book in his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of the flower and fruit tea inside.

Seeing Baili Cangyue enter the house, Yulu and Xueyuan hurriedly saluted.

Baili Cangyue waved her hand, signaling them to get up, and all the maids retreated to the side, only Yulu Haoxueyuan was left in the room to wait on her.

"Master, I'm back." Yan Qingcheng handed over a cup of tea, with a smile on his lips.

"I heard that in a few days it will be the anniversary of the death of our mother and wife. You want to go back to your residence for a few days."

Yan Qingcheng smiled and glanced at Baili Cangyue, he couldn't hide anything from him.

Every time I hear him call his mother as mother, I feel very kind.

You know, he is His Royal Highness the Third Prince. Although his mother and concubine are long gone, at least his royal blood is still there.He let go of his identity like this and called his mother-in-law a mother, and Qing Qingcheng was really moved.

She knew that this was his way of loving her, and Qing Qingcheng approached Baili Cangyue's cheek and kissed him on the cheek.

The man in front of her is the person she loves the most, and she will spend her whole life with him.

Even if there are major changes in Dongli Country in the future, she will never let him be in danger.

Yulu and Xueyuan saw that it was the first time that their princess took the initiative to marry the prince, and they quietly exited the room with blushing faces and closed the door.

Baili Cangyue couldn't help but want to hold her in her arms when she saw that Qing Qingcheng was ruddy and shy.

A certain master thought of happiness, but actually did so.

With a big hand, the beauty is in his arms, and the four ruddy thin lips are pressed together, asking for each other and lingering.

After a long time, both of them were a little out of breath, and then reluctantly parted the two thin lips. At this moment, they only had each other in their eyes.

Baili Cangyue looked at the blushing Ni Qingcheng in her arms, and the more she looked at it, the happier she became.

For some reason, every time he saw the charm of the little woman, he felt his heart throbbing.

Yan Qingcheng also looked at the certain master who was holding her in his arms with a smile, and was also very excited, for some reason.

The time they were together was considered an old couple, but as soon as they saw his doting eyes full of tenderness, they were about to fall in love.

Baili Cangyue raised her eyebrows, feeling the changes in her body, took a big stride, and entered the inner room with Qingcheng in her arms.

The tent slid down, blocking the spring scenery.

(End of this chapter)