There was a beautiful woman sitting in front of the table.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was dressed in pink clothes, lazily holding a gold-colored silk in his arms, with crimson tassels hanging from his cheeks, and his skin was like snow and flowers.

She had been sitting there for half an hour.

The maid couldn't help but become worried. She squeezed the handkerchief tightly and called out cautiously: "Miss, where does it hurt again?"

This sound immediately woke Xue Qingyin out of her daze.

"I...it's okay." Xue Qingyin forced out her voice.

She said, gently pinching her thigh flesh.

hiss.

It hurts.

It means it's not a dream.

That's right, she has indeed traveled through time.

To be precise, it's through the book.

The thing is like this -

Before going to bed, her colleague recommended a novel to her called "The Only Favorite Princess". The male protagonist only had his great career in mind and gave up on the female protagonist countless times. She held her breath and wanted to see when the author would

Only to torture the male protagonist. As soon as I hold this breath, it’s 3:30 in the morning.

The light from the mobile phone screen gradually becomes dazzling.

She closed her eyes tiredly, and when she opened them again, a completely different world appeared.

Xue Qingyin.

This is a supporting actress with the same name as her in the book.

There was some poison in her mother's womb, and she was very delicate after she was born. She would get rashes if she wore rough clothes, and she would get hot when exposed to the wind... In short, she had to be pampered, and the whole family's thoughts had been on her since she was a child.

It is for this reason that whenever she likes something, she is determined to get it.

At the age of fourteen, she fell in love with her adopted brother, He Songning, the male protagonist of "The Princess I Love".

She refused to marry unless He Songning was married, so she refused to discuss marriage even at her current age. Little did she know that He Songning had already been fed up with her.

He Songning was the illegitimate son of the current old emperor. His biological mother was not in the spotlight, and the old emperor had no intention of recognizing him, so he was raised in the Xue family, replacing the eldest son of the Xue family who died young, and was known as "Xue Ning".

To outsiders who don't know, he is Xue Qingyin's biological brother.

Xue Qingyin knew that she could not convince her parents to violate ethics and let her marry the person of her dreams... so she became depressed and became seriously ill.

It wasn't until today that my health got better.

No wonder the maid was worried.

"Big girl, big girl!" Another maid's voice sounded.

The maid happily opened the door and came in, saying: "The eldest son is back. He has brought gifts and is dividing them in the flower hall. He also asked about you, eldest lady, and asked why he didn't see you."

The eldest young master in the maid's mouth is He Songning.

The replacement was personally manipulated by Mr.

Xue Qingyin will discover the truth, which was accidentally discovered under the plot arrangement of the original author.

Therefore, everyone in the house really thinks that this is Xue Qingyin's eldest brother.

The relationship is based on blood from the same mother and father, and usually the eldest girl likes this eldest brother the most.

If we go ahead and talk to the eldest son, the pain on the girl's body will be relieved. The maid thought to herself.

At this time, Xue Qingyin, who was sitting here, curled her lips.

……unlucky.

"Big girl? Big girl, aren't you happy?" The maid stopped beside her and asked timidly.

Xue Qingyin said nothing.

She looked down at the thing in her palm.

It was a sachet with the word "Ning" embroidered on it.

A girl like Yuan Shen, who grew up pampered, is naturally not good at female craftsmanship. But she has learned how to make sachets.

Afraid that He Songning wouldn't know her hard work, she still lit the lamp and stayed up late at night making sachets for people. She even pricked her fingers so many times.

After listening to several stories about love between men and women, I even began to imagine that I was embroidering and squirting a mouthful of blood on it. Wouldn't it be even more touching to the person I love with such painstaking efforts?

But now Xue Qingyin thought of her original actions and rolled her eyes.

Looking at this sachet again, I feel even more unlucky.

Xue Qingyin picked up the scissors in the box on the side, clicked, and twisted the tassel hanging from the bottom of the sachet first.

The maids almost went crazy with fear when they saw this.

"What are you doing, girl?"

"What's wrong, girl? Hurry, go and fetch the madam."

Xue Qingyin stopped.

Just cut a sachet... As for mobilizing troops and mobilizing people like this?

never mind.

After all, it was something that the original body wasted countless efforts to create.

Xue Qingyin blinked.

Look, her eyesight, which was originally 5.0, was damaged.

Stay up late to make sachets, what a misfortune!

Xue Qingyin thought about the possibility of changing the word "Ning" to something else and then reusing it and giving it away to others...

Just as I was thinking about it, Mrs. Xue had already arrived.

"Yin Yin, my mother's Yin Yin, but your chest is so tight again?" Mrs. Xue lifted the hem of her skirt and arrived in front of Xue Qingyin in a few steps.

Xue Qingyin hid the sachet, bumped her head into Mrs. Xue's arms, and said in a loud voice: "Have a short nap in the afternoon. When I wake up and don't see my mother, I miss her a little."

Mrs. Xue couldn't help laughing, stroking her hair and said, "Just ask someone to come and invite you. Why are you sulking here alone?"

Xue Qingyin didn't speak, her eyes were a little red.

She has parents, but her parents love her brother more than they love her.

In contrast, Mrs. Xue doted on her daughter to the core, doting on her to the point of being a "bad guy" without distinction between right and wrong, but she was the mother she could never ask for.

It's a pity that the original person was so selfish. When she knew that her biological eldest brother had died long ago and that He Songning was a fake brother, she only thought about how to marry He Songning, but never thought of telling her mother about this.

You must know that Mrs. Xue treats He Songning as her own son, but He Songning hates the house and the people, and hates Mrs. Xue very much.

"Your eldest brother is back and brought you a lot of gifts." Mrs. Xue wiped Xue Qingyin's face and helped her stand up, "Go and take a look?"

Xue Qingyin said in a loud voice: "No, I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, okay, you go to sleep. Can I go get the gift for you?" Mrs. Xue coaxed her a few times with gentle words. She waited for Xue Qingyin to lie down and covered her with a blanket before leaving.

Mrs. Xue arrived at the flower hall. As soon as she entered the door, she heard a voice whispering: "It's better to wait until my sister chooses me."

Mrs. Xue couldn't help but frown.

The speaker was Xue Qinghe, a daughter of the Xue family, who was several months younger than Xue Qingyin.

Mrs. Xue said coolly: "Since it's a gift brought back by Song Ning, it's not your turn to pick it out."

The young man standing in the hall, wearing a navy blue robe, looks like a strong pine tree.

He turned around when he heard the sound, frowned and said, "Why does mother talk like this?"

Mrs. Xue sighed and gave him a look.

And the young man was none other than He Songning.

He looked behind Mrs. Xue and saw that it was empty. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Where is Qingyin?"

"Do you still remember your biological sister?" Mrs. Xue pretended to be angry. "My body is not feeling well and I am resting in bed. Otherwise, if I knew you were back, I would have been so happy that I would have come to greet you early."

He Songning didn't answer.

Something strange, he thought to himself.

With Xue Qingyin's temper, even if she had a high fever, she would drag her sick body to see him, just so she could act weak and pity him.

When Mrs. Xue saw that he was silent, she took the initiative and ordered her servants: "Carry all the gifts to the eldest girl's room."

He Songning: "Mother..."

"When did your father and I lack good things in our room? Give it to your sister to make her happy."

He Songning wanted to ask, what about Qinghe?

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them.

It doesn't matter if he gives it all to Xue Qingyin... it also saves him the time to persuade Xue Qingyin to marry the King of Wei.

In this room, Xue Qingyin leaned on the imperial concubine's couch and lazily turned over, opening her mouth: "Feed it into my mouth."

The maid hurriedly put the soft and glutinous snack to her lips.

"Don't you want to sleep, girl?" the maid asked.

"Well, you can't sleep until you're full." Xue Qingyin said.

When the maid thought about it, she couldn't think of anything to retort.

At night.

Mrs. Xue came over and asked, "Have you seen the gift? Do you like it?"

Xue Qingyin sat up: "What gift?"

Mrs. Xue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What? You haven't looked over it yet?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head.

Mrs. Xue suppressed her smile and said unhappily: "A Ning really can't figure it out. Qinghe is just a concubine, but he only looks after her all day long. Have you forgotten that the reason why you were pregnant with poison in the past was because of Xue Qinghe's short life?"

Did mother put medicine in my soup?"

Xue Qingyin was about to say something.

Mrs. Xue added hurriedly: "But your brother still loves you after all. When he heard that you were ill, he ordered people to bring all the gifts to you."

If it were the original person who listened to it, he would definitely be very happy.

But Xue Qingyin knew the truth very well.

Mrs. Xue wholeheartedly hoped for harmony between the brother and sister, but she didn't know that He Songning liked Xue Qinghe more. The kind of love between a man and a woman.

Yes, Xue Qinghe is the heroine of this book.

Needless to say, these gifts must have been sent by Mrs. Xue.

Xue Qingyin leaned in Mrs. Xue's arms and whispered: "Can I have another brother?"

Mrs. Xue was startled: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"

Xue Qingyin looked sad: "He doesn't like me at all. How does he look like my brother? Mom, did you hug me wrongly?"

Mrs. Xue patted her head: "You are already at the age where you should get married, and you are still saying such childish things. You are not allowed to say it in the future. If you ask your brother to listen, won't this further alienate the relationship between brother and sister?"

Xue Qingyin curled her lips.

Thinking of the terrible plot that followed, she felt as if her energy had been drained and she just wanted to die in place.

"I will go outside to pick up a new son for you another day. The kind that listens to you and loves me." Xue Qingyin said.

Mrs. Xue smiled: "You're talking nonsense and you're addicted. Okay, you can rest."

Mrs. Xue left some snacks and soup made by herself for her.

Not long after, it got dark.

In order to ensure a good sleep quality, Xue Qingyin asked the maid to extinguish the candle.

It's pitch black and makes it easy to fall asleep.

Xue Qingyin closed her eyes, and in a daze, she heard a "squeak" coming from the window, followed by a figure falling into the house.

"Qingyin." He called in a low voice.

Xue Qingyin woke up with a start, full of anger.

She sat up and stared at the figure.

Wow you boy!

Checking the little girl’s window at night, right?

It’s really not a good thing!

Xue Qingyin picked up the porcelain pillow and smashed it over.

"Crack".

The porcelain pillow hit a hard object, fell down, and shattered on the floor.

The figure was obviously shaking.

"Girl, what happened?" the maid's panicked voice sounded.

The candles outside were immediately lit.

The figure grunted, ignoring the pain, and quickly came to Xue Qingyin's side, covering her lips.

Xue Qingyin:.

It's a pity that I don't have a chamber pot at hand.
Chapter completed!