Maybe, it's not necessarily that she will wear it back one day, but the constant emotions in her heart may worry her.
Wanwan took the bowl from Xiaoyue's hand and ate more than half of it. It tasted quite good, light and refreshing, and had the fragrance of lotus leaves.
But, as the daughter of the prime minister, does she use her own maid to cook porridge in the kitchen? There may be some story that she doesn't know about.
After chatting with Xiaoyue for a long time, I finally found out everything about Shen Lianyu, the young lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
It turned out that her status as the third young lady of the Prime Minister's Palace was not as high as that of the big-faced girl in the palace. She was a weak woman who was not favored and allowed to be bullied.
Wanwan closed her eyes with a headache. It seemed that according to the mess Shen Lianyu had left for herself, she would have to put a lot of effort into living a good life.
"Xiaoyue, I'm a little sleepy. Would you like to sleep with me for a while?"
"Miss, how can Xiaoyue sleep with you? No matter what, you are still Xiaoyue's master. You should have a good sleep. Since you are fine, Xiaoyue still needs to go and tell the master. "
Wanwan smiled helplessly, would the master care whether Shen Liaoyu lives or dies?
I'm afraid he doesn't even remember having such a daughter. This Shen Lianyu is really a poor child.
"Go ahead, even if he doesn't listen, Yu Li still has to say something."
Xiaoyue nodded, lit another incense, then helped Wanwan lie down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and smiled at her, "Miss, don't say it, I think you have lost your memory." It's a good thing, your temperament is much better now than before, when you couldn't say a few words all year round."
Wanwan smiled. In order not to arouse suspicion, she used the most vulgar method, which was to pretend to have amnesia.
The next afternoon after waking up, Wanwan was called to the lobby and told that the Prime Minister wanted to see her for something.
When I walked into the hall, I saw a man and a woman sitting directly above the hall.
The man is about forty years old. He is wearing a purple robe embroidered with green patterns and has a handsome and elegant appearance.
His eyes are not big, and when he squints slightly, it looks like he has his eyes closed. His thick black eyebrows are slightly frowned. He is already middle-aged and has a slightly stout figure.