Lin Muxin is the side concubine, and she is the main concubine. The prince will not care about these boring lock-up matters at all.
The main concubine can always take care of a side concubine, but how do they think she won't bully them?
"Why do you tell me this?" Mo Xiaohuan looked at them thoughtfully.
"Sister, I don't mean anything else. I just want to remind my sister to be careful about my concubine. The two sisters and my sister hit it off immediately. We don't want my sister to be bullied." Mrs. Guan walked to Mo Xiaohuan and said, but she could see it in her eyes.
Somewhat sincere
Yu Meiren also nodded.
At this time, a guard ran over and knelt down on one knee in front of Mo Xiaohuan.
"Reporting to the princess, the prince invites you to go to Zhaoyang Palace."
Mo Xiaohuan was about to say something to Mrs. Guan and Yu Meiren, but when she saw someone suddenly coming to report, she made a plan
"Go back and tell the prince that I will be here in a moment." Then he waved his hand and asked him to go back and resume his life.
"I wanted to talk to my sister again, but I didn't expect that the prince would have something to do, so my sister wouldn't stay with me as much." Mo Xiaohuan smiled politely and apologetically at her.
"Sister, don't worry about such trivial matters. If the prince has something to do with your sister, the two of you will not worry about it. I will definitely visit Fuyao Palace when you have time in the future." Mrs. Guan spoke very appropriately.
Mo Xiaohuan didn't say anything more, smiled, turned around and walked towards Zhaoyang Palace.
"Escorting the Princess" Yu Meiren saw that there was no maid behind Mo Xiaohuan, so she waved to several people to follow her.
Mrs. Guan looked at Mo Xiaohuan's leaving figure thoughtfully.
Zhaoyang Palace
"The princess is here!" the guard outside the door shouted to the Zhaoyang Palace.
Mo Xiaohuan carefully stepped into Zhaoyang Palace
It was because she had such a bad impression of this place that she felt a certain sense of rejection towards it.
Zhaoyang Palace is still so radiant and majestic, making people feel intimidating, and it is also accompanied by a sense of solemn oppression.
Passing through the arch carefully, I saw Yu Beiming lying on the couch waiting for her arrival.
"Princess, why is Shanshan so late?" Yu Beiming rested his head lazily on one hand and looked at Mo Xiaohuan with his dark eyes.
Mo Xiaohuan walked to the table and sat down, poured a glass of water, and drank without answering him.
Yu Beiming was not unhappy because of this. He watched her pour water with interest. It seemed that Mo Xiaohuan was really thirsty.
After Mo Xiaohuan drank enough, he glanced at Yu Beiming on the sleeping couch and said, "What does the prince want from me?"
Yu Beiming was already used to her attitude when talking to him, so he didn't pay too much attention: "Is this how the princess talks to the lonely king?"
"Then, may I ask, Your Majesty, how should I speak?" Mo Xiaohuan started talking with him about the password.
Mo Xiaohuan has always talked to Yu Beiming like this, and it has never changed.
But now that Yu Beiming asked her like this, Mo Xiaohuan still looked like she had nothing to do with me.
Yu Beiming suddenly stopped talking and looked at her steadily, with dark glints in his eyes.
Yu Beiming's thin lips pursed slightly, as if he was thinking about something that troubled him.
Mo Xiaohuan was puzzled. He called her here just to stare at her?
That being the case one by one
"Your Majesty, if nothing happens, I will go back." Mo Xiaohuan said and turned around to leave.
"Yu Beixian is coming to the house tomorrow." Yu Beiming suddenly lost this sentence.