Qingcheng sat on the couch absentmindedly for a long time, her dull expression making it difficult to tell what she was thinking.
After getting dressed, she stepped out of the room. The sky was clear and clear.
Qingcheng stood at the door of the room, staring at the blue sky above her head. Even though she couldn't see the blue sky clearly, the breeze brought comfort and coolness, as if the darkness in her heart would follow the unstoppable breeze.
And fade away.
Just when Qingcheng lay back and closed her eyes to feel the tranquility alone, urgent shouts rang out from outside the garden.
"Miss!" A familiar voice suddenly floated over, causing Qingcheng, who had just relaxed her eyebrows and closed her eyes, to look towards the source of the sound.
"Second, Miss Er... help me, help me." Cuiping, who had come with her as a bride, had already run in front of Qingcheng. In her panic, she had forgotten the disparity in their identities. She held Qingcheng's catkin tightly as if she was holding on to her.
A life-saving straw, he shouted to her urgently to ask her to save him.
"What's wrong?" Qingcheng frowned at her panicked look, and there was a trace of ups and downs on her face that had always been as indifferent as water.
"They want to beat me to death... Wu Wu... Second Miss..." Cuiping cried as she spoke, her pretty face already covered with tears, and her head looked towards the entrance of the garden from time to time, as if there was someone behind her.
The wild beasts are chasing her.
Qingcheng listened to what she said intermittently, and followed her gaze to the entrance of the garden in front of her. Sure enough, a group of nuns appeared in front of her not long after.
When Qingcheng saw the newcomers fighting like this, she suddenly understood what Cuiping was afraid of.
"See you, Princess!" The group of nuns in front of them called Qingcheng in unison. They were all old people in the palace. They did not serve Murong Jue for a day or two. In terms of qualifications, they were above those of the big maids.
Yes, I don’t think those maids would take Qingcheng seriously, let alone a group of people like them who rely on their old age and sell themselves off?!
"Second, Miss Second..." Cuiping was so frightened that she hid behind Qingcheng. She looked at the group of people in front of her with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were red from crying. She couldn't help but shivered because of the fierce glare from the leading nun.