The little maid at the door saw Yi Fang getting up from the bed and hurried over.
Yi Fang stood barefoot on the ground. The mist and gauze shrouded her, faintly outlining her perfect figure. The long white skirt was dragged on the ground, and the early morning sunlight by the window hit Yi Fang's face, covering her face.
There was a layer of halo. The little palace maid felt that she saw the Jiutian Fairy standing in front of her, and her mind thought of Xia Jie's satisfied look when he walked out just now, with red clouds flying on his face, and pure envy.
"Pfft."
Yifang hadn't seen such a pure expression for a long time. During this early morning, he felt a little relieved and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The little palace maid was awakened by Yi Fang's laughter. Her face turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head and babbled.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I know I was wrong."
Yifang was in a good mood and walked up to her and said, "Please help me change my clothes."
The little palace maid originally thought that she had made a mistake, and with a favored status like Yifang, she would definitely punish her severely. Who knew that Yifang just ignored it and was so grateful that she hurriedly walked up, picked up the clothes prepared aside, and touched her
He came to Yi Fang's face and smiled flatteringly.
The fingertips penetrated Lingyun's long sleeves, and the satin was so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold it in his hands. It wrapped around Yi Fang's arms all the way up to his shoulders. He felt the softness and comfort on his skin, and then looked at the thick satin on the little palace maid's body.
Yi Fang smiled.
No wonder everyone loves to fight for the upper hand. How can we live such a good life without fighting? But, is such a life really good? If it were not for seeking a way out, it would not be held in the palm of others at will, or even be controlled by others.
Forced to marry a seventy-year-old man.
Until now, whenever I think of myself being brought in front of the wrinkled earl like a pig or a dog, the entire earl's palace comes out to watch.
Her eldest grandson and even her great-grandson, who was only in his teens, all looked at her with lewd smiles.
Under the gazes of countless people, Mrs. Dou Wang smiled happily beside her. Yifang felt that she was looked at by those people's insulting eyes, as if she had taken off her clothes and stood in front of the public. She heard with her own ears that Mrs. Dou and the Earl's Mansion
The price was negotiated. The betrothal gift ranged from one hundred thousand taels to two hundred thousand taels, and then to three hundred thousand taels. She was filled with anger, but could do nothing. She could only stand there, like a puppet! Such a shame, she thought, would last forever.
will not forget!
There are two more chapters left. I will write the 3,000 words about this first, and then I will write about the concubine... After the concubine is finished, it will be a sinister epilogue... It feels a little sad now.