Cold Prince, Love Tenderly

"Second brother, what's the matter? How can you promise to marry Miss Yang?" Although his close friend told him the news, Xuanyuan Yiqing still couldn't believe it, so he asked anxiously as soon as he saw Xuanyuan Yichen.

But Xuanyuan Yichen is still not anxious not slow to write words, light mouth way, "the truth of things as you heard."

"What? Do you mean you really want to marry Yang Liru Although Xuanyuan Yichen himself admits it, Xuanyuan Yi still can't believe his ears, "what about Yuyan? What do you want her to do? "

"She?" Xuanyuan Yichen smiles bitterly, "I'm doomed to miss her in this life."

"Did you two fight?" Xuanyuanyi asked, "if there is any misunderstanding, just make it clear. Second brother, don't do anything that you regret."

After hearing what Xuanyuan Yiqing said, Xuanyuan Yichen didn't stop his pen and didn't speak.

Xuanyuanyi, knowing that he couldn't persuade him, sighed and left the room.

"Miss, you see how beautiful the color of this cloth is. If you make it into a dress and wear it on Miss, it must be as beautiful as heaven." Xing'er is Yang Liru's servant girl. Naturally, she is the one who can talk to please her.

"It's beautiful." Yang Liru's slender hand brushed the water blue cloth, and her face showed a little smile. She seemed to know that she was extremely satisfied.

"Isn't this elder sister? It's a coincidence that you can meet her when you go out to buy clothes."

Yang Liru was looking at the cloth when a thin female voice came.

Yang Liru looked back and saw her concubine sister Yang XianMei.

Yang Liru didn't want to pay attention to her, so she just looked at her and looked down at the cloth.

"Elder sister is more and more arrogant," Yang XianMei does not intend to let Yang Liru off so easily. Although she was a common girl, her own mother was very popular, so she was spoiled from childhood. But just because of her status as a concubine, Yang Liru was oppressed everywhere. Originally, she did not dare to offend Yang Liru, because her father wanted to marry Yang Liru to the prince. But now Yang Liru, a fool, threatened her father with her life and asked her to marry Chen Wang. At that time, when she heard the news, she was almost crazy. Without the protection of the future Princess and the support of her elder brother, she had to see what qualification Yang Liru had to put on her“ Is it difficult for sister Cheng to think that with the name of the future Princess, she can ignore people? " When Yang XianMei said this, her tone was undisguised contempt and unremitting. In her opinion, Xuanyuan Yichen is just an unsettled idle prince, not even a powerful minister. He has no advantages except good appearance. I don't know what Yang Liru is thinking. She has to marry him.

"It's not my sister's turn to take care of my style." Yang Liru is not a person who can bear to swallow her anger. She naturally refuses to swallow it when she hears that Yang XianMei ridicules her so much. "Sister, don't forget her identity just because she is favored. I haven't seen a common girl who dares to discipline her own sister."

"You..." Yang XianMei was so angry that she couldn't say anything. She always hated others to say things with her concubine identity.

"Don't be impulsive, miss." Yang XianMei's servant girl saw that her young lady was about to step forward and stop her quickly. "Anyway, the eldest lady is also the future Princess Chen who was canonized by the Emperor himself. The young lady should not touch her Majesty's dragon power."

Yang XianMei was not so angry that she lost her mind. After listening to the maid, she calmed down, but her angry eyes were staring at Yang Liru.

"It seems that all the servant girls around my sister are more sensible than you. My aunt is really thinking about how to please her father all day long, but she neglects her education. Her sister will learn more in the future, otherwise she will marry her husband's family and do something harmful, which will ruin the reputation of our Yang family." Yang Liru did not give Yang XianMei a chance to interrupt, so she took her maid out of the cloth shop.

"Isn't it a princess? It's not so arrogant now. I see how long you can be proud of it." Yang XianMei looks at Yang Liru's back and talks to herself, suddenly showing a sinister smile.