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Chapter 662: Personal Evidence 3

Jade nodded timidly, and tears fell down again: "Today, when I passed by the back garden, I happened to see Miss Zhang writing. She saw her passing by, so I asked her to serve her."

"I said that I am the maid in the princess' room, not in her room, so I won't do this."

"Who knew that Miss Zhang was furious after hearing this and said, "What's wrong with the maid in the princess's room? She's not the maid in the Song family."

"Now, the general in charge of the Song Mansion, and the general's favorite is her, so everyone has to listen to her!"

"I gritted my teeth and refused. I didn't expect that Miss Zhang suddenly shook her hand, and the brush in her hand spilled out a slight ink, which splashed all over my body."

"Actually, it doesn't matter how she treats me... I can tolerate it... Who said that I am born with a bad life?"

"Yes, but she actually said, Princess, you can't give birth to a woman, you are a useless woman."

"She...How could she say that to you princess? After all, you are also a princess, and you are also the wife of the husband-in-law who is married to the wife of the prince-in-law..."

Jade was still crying, but Princess Ancheng had no patience to continue listening. She turned around and ran towards the back garden, with only one sentence in her heart, "Zhang Xiaoman, this princess is irreconcilable with you!"

The sun is getting higher and the temperature is rising

In the lotus pond in the back garden, the buds of lotus flowers are stroking with the waves under the gentle caress of the breeze

Xiaoman sat freely in the pavilion, holding a pen in one hand and pressing paper in the other hand, and drawing whatever ghosts were

The doctor said that if you want the injury on your hands to heal quickly, you must exercise the muscles and bones on your hands in moderation every day.

Writing and drawing are one of the best ways to do it

As for the injuries on her head, every time she asked, the doctor always whimpered, as if there were many hidden secrets, and as if someone was taking care of them and they couldn't just say it.

She also asked Song Wenqing several times about this, but every time he replied the same: Forget it, forget it, why remember it

It seems that she guessed that it must be because she had always loved [Yangtze River 7] and did not love Song Wenqing, so he didn't want her to remember that man.

The frogs in the pond were croaking and screaming, and the roundworms in Xiaoman's belly were vigorously exercising.

If it weren't for the Song Mansion's many rules, she would have caught and eaten the frogs, and dried bullfrogs... She would have drooled when she thought about it.


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