When he said this, he met Ling Wu's eyes and sighed: "This is also the reason why I have not yet established the Crown Princess."
His words were reasonable, and Concubine Gong could only forcefully smile: "Forget it, it's because we Ying'er doesn't have that blessing."
Ying'er followed Nangong Xuan's sight and turned to see Lingwu. With the sensitive nature of a woman, coupled with the previous actions of Nangong Xuan and Lingwu, she couldn't help but feel a little jealousy in her eyes when she looked at Lingwu.
Ling Wu felt Yingying's jealous eyes and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This girl was jealous of her when she found the wrong partner. She was already Ouyang Xi's prince's concubine.
Even if Nangong Xuan doesn't want to marry Yingying, she doesn't have to count it on her head.
She smiled calmly and withdrew her gaze and looked down at her hand. At this time, she really didn't want to get into some unnecessary trouble again.
Ling Wu's avoidance made Yingying's eyes narrow slightly. This time, before the banquet, Concubine Gong asked her what she meant and said she would help her propose marriage to Nangong Xuan at the banquet.
Although she did not agree at the time, she also acquiesced. At the last banquet, Nangong Xuan's outstanding charm and superb piano skills had already touched her.
Nangong Xuan rejected her marriage in public, which made her feel uncomfortable and even more angry, but she all belonged to Lingwu.
Lingwu's avoidance in her eyes also became a sense of guilt
Yingying gritted her teeth and smiled at Concubine Gong with a smile on her face: "Mother, Prince Nangong is a man of nature, not something we can afford to do."
Concubine Gong smiled forcibly and slapped her cheek gently: "Okay, it's all my fault for being too verbally speaking. Beautiful baby, is this okay?"
Yingying pursed her lips, glanced at Lingwu again, and laughed softly, "That's not that bad mother, I can only blame Yingying for not having as great skills as others."
A trace of playfulness flashed in Concubine Gong's eyes, and she reached out to pat her daughter's hand: "Ying'er, go to toast your two princesses."
She raised her chin slightly in the direction of Lingwu: "Especially the princess next to your mother, you should flatter her. That is your mother's baby."