"It seems that my sister has good taste," Ye Qingmian said with sincere admiration, but after she finished speaking, she found that Ye Qingran was looking at her with very puzzled eyes. Ye Qingmian felt curious and couldn't help but look at her own
There is nothing missing from my body.
"This is obviously your boudoir, sister. Are you deliberately saying that my sister's taste is tacky?" Ye Qingran's handsome brows wrinkled slightly.
"That's it." Ye Qingmian secretly cursed herself in her heart for making a comment without knowing the truth of the matter. This was a good move, but she got herself into trouble.
She quickly took Ye Qingran's hand, sat on the bedside, and said lovingly, "There are too many complicated things in the palace now. My sister was confused for a while. She didn't even recognize her own room. It's really damning.
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"Is the palace very scary?" Ye Qingran opened her beautiful big eyes, and her long eyelashes were clearly curled up. She looked very charming.
"It's okay to be terrible," Ye Qingmian thought for a while and said lightly.
"Then sister, why are you so tired?" Ye Qingran still looked at Ye Qingmian as if she was very worried.
"Tired? Haha..." Ye Qingmian looked at Ye Qingran tenderly and said to her sincerely, "Remember, don't marry an emperor or a general."
"Why, wouldn't that mean you have all the glory and wealth?" Ye Qingran's apricot-red dress was slightly lifted, and a charming fragrance greeted the shop, which was very intoxicating.
"Actually, it would be great if you can live a happy and carefree life. Why do you have to be successful and enjoy endless glory and wealth? But in your heart, you are feeling grievances, loneliness, and hard to complain. What should you do?"
Ye Qingmian said these words calmly without any trace of emotion on her face.
"Sister" Ye Qingmian doesn't know what happened to Ye Qingmian in the public, but she can still feel her sister's dissatisfaction, her sadness, and her melancholy. No one can understand
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Ye Qingmian came back to his senses, looked at Ye Qingran and asked, "Does my sister have someone that she likes now?"
"Sister, why are you asking me this?" Ye Qingran lowered her head in embarrassment, her delicate face as red as a bud about to bloom.
"Look at this look, you must have a sweetheart. Tell me quickly, sister, what kind of person is he worthy of being the apple of our family's eyes?" Ye Qingmian said with a smile.