Then, there was Pei Yan's reply, and then there were the footsteps of him and Song Aweng leaving.

Fuying took a deep breath and couldn't hold it in any longer. She immediately ran to the front of the palace and asked through the thin door: "Song Aweng, was it you who was speaking outside the house?"

Song Aweng watched Fuying grow up, how could he not cherish her? He immediately approached the door and said, "Second princess, you are an old slave. Are you feeling better?"

The corners of Fuying's eyes were sore, and her voice was choked with sadness: "Aweng, I am no longer a princess."

Song Aweng was like a gentle father: "In the old slave's heart, the second princess is the second princess, and she will always be the most beautiful princess in the Daming Palace."

Tears welled up in Fuying's eyes. She tried her best to stop them and asked cautiously: "Aweng, daddy... no, not daddy, but His Majesty. Is His Majesty still willing to see me? Can I still see His Majesty before leaving the palace?"

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She didn't want to ask if she could still be a princess, but she wanted to thank him in person for his upbringing over the years and his love and care that was more important than anything else. If she could be allowed, she also wanted to meet her brothers.

, I want to thank them one by one and say goodbye properly.

When Song Aweng heard this, his voice became a little excited, and he hurriedly replied: "Of course, the Holy One loves you the most, so why wouldn't he want to see you? He is looking forward to your going!"

Before the second princess left without saying goodbye, no one was disturbed in Ning'an Hall. That was exactly the order of the Holy One. After the Holy One heard that the second princess knew the truth, he locked himself in the room. He was heartbroken and did not want to see anyone.

, thinking that everything would be as usual, and pretending that nothing had happened, but knowing that she was sad, he ordered not to disturb anyone.

It was only because His Majesty felt guilty towards His Highness the Eighth Prince that he allowed His Highness the Eighth Prince to come visit.

The door creaked open, and everyone looked up.

The girl's tearful almond eyes were stained with mist, and the crystal teardrops filled her eyelashes. They trembled slightly, seeming to be a fragile butterfly. Her soft and fluffy black hair was neatly loose on her shoulders. Her skin was as white as snow, and her black hair was as white as snow.

The dark, crimson eyes make her look like a coquettish and beautiful mountain goddess walking out of the dark night.

The white silk stockings stepped on the tan floor, as if they were touching the gods. The snow-white fox fur cloak was casually draped on the shoulders.

The slender arms that show out are like an injured kitten, and the pear blossoms under the long brow are covered with rain. Who can not want to love him?

"Aweng, can you take me to see the Holy One?"

Song Aweng was about to hold the slender hand, but someone had already taken a step ahead of him and decisively held the little hand.

"I'll take you there."

Pei Yan stared at the little princess with deep eyes, as if emotional clouds and rain were passing by.

After Fuying came back, she fell into a coma for two days. Naturally, she felt a little uncomfortable seeing the sun. She put a hand on her forehead to subconsciously block the dazzling sunlight. She closed her face slightly and her breathing became rapid.

She glanced cautiously at Pei Yan aside.

A young man in black clothes stood under the breeze and sunlight. His charming phoenix eyes were pitch black, as if they could only be fixed on her body. His sincere and passionate gaze was even brighter than the warm sun in this winter.

It is scalding to the heart, and is three points cooler than pure snowflakes.

Fuying didn't know why, but she shrank subconsciously, but the bowl was tightly held by him, so she couldn't stay away from him no matter what.

From the moment she walked out of the door, her hand was tightly held in his palm. What's more, it was not one hand, but two pairs of hands, tightly wrapping his broad palms around the backs of her two small hands.

Go up and pass through the palace walls one after another with ease.

The little princess is too delicate, including her thin wrists and small and delicate palms. With just a simple grasp, she can be completely trapped, just like the person she is.

Fuying was a little annoyed. She didn't have a good meal this morning, which made her whole body weak, so she was easily restrained. She wanted to pull her hands away, but she was afraid that if she moved too much, the palace people would notice her, so she swiped Pei Yan's face.

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He had just become a prince, and he didn't know how many people would secretly criticize him behind his back. He had never been in the palace before, so he didn't understand these roundabout ways, but Fuying knew clearly that the most indispensable thing in the Daming Palace was rumors.

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If she breaks away from his hand today, within half an hour, the news will spread throughout the entire Daming Palace. The new prince has been humiliated by the fake princess. He is simply asking for humiliation. Then, those people will laugh at him.

Then there is disdain, and even ostracizing him like the fifth brother.

Fuying simply didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

In the Daming Palace, the highest-ranking people are the Holy Emperor and the Queen, followed by the Xie family, followed by the princes and princesses. Pei Yan is just a newly found prince. He has no power and power. He grew up among the people and has no high-ranking officials behind him.

With the power of a prominent family and the favor of the Holy Emperor, it is impossible to gain a foothold in the Daming Palace simply by relying on the status of a prince established by the Holy Emperor out of guilt.

Fuying looked at Pei Yan and hesitated several times. She wanted to tell him this, but she felt that she was being pretentious. He was so smart, how could he not understand those obvious truths?

What's more, she was afraid that Pei Yan would think that she was meddlesome. After all, what kind of harmonious relationship would there be between a prince who lived among the people and suffered so much, and a person who stole his life and enjoyed the glory, wealth, status and status for him?

?Furthermore, he was his own slave.

The real prince was forced to be a slave to the fake princess. What a ridiculous thing. It was simply ridiculous. But for the humiliation she had brought to him, he should also hate himself, to the point of hatred.

What would a normal person think? He would treat her with a cold eye, praying that after she was kicked out of the Daming Palace, she would be completely forgotten by everyone. Only in this way could he be the prince safely forever.

The little princess's eyes, in the ripples of mist, were increasingly filled with intractable melancholy. She looked like a snowy woman, thin and green, and faded away from red. I felt pity for her when I saw this, and it almost crushed my heart to pieces.
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Pei Yan noticed it and reached out to hold the girl's loose cloak around her shoulders. The two of them were very close. He lowered his head and asked in a soft voice, "Is it too cold?"

? If you’re too tired, can you ask someone to carry the chariot?”

Fu Ying shook her head.

Where can she sit on the chariot?
Chapter completed!