The afternoon sun shone warmly on her body, and Murong Jing lay comfortably on the small couch.
Xiao Huan on the side poked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate bitterly. It had been more than a month since Murong Jingwan returned home, and Xuan Ningxuan had not been here once, but her master could still take a nap so comfortably.
Murong Jingwan had to speak out due to the occasional tinkling noises coming from behind her.
"Xiao Huan, did the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate offend you?" Murong Jing turned around and faced Xiao Huan's angry little face.
"Miss Jingwan..." Xiaohuan looked aggrieved.
"It's not Miss Jingwan, it's Jingwan." Murong Jingwan corrected her again. Ever since she came back, she had asked Xiaohuan to remove the word "miss", but the little girl in front of her refused to change despite repeated instructions.
"Miss." Xiaohuan winked at Murong Jingwan mischievously, and soon said with a bitter face: "Miss, the prince has not been here for more than a month, aren't you sad at all?"
The smile on Murong Jingwan's lips instantly froze on her face. He got the beauty he dreamed of, so how could he come here?
"Miss, don't be unhappy. Xiaohuan will never mention the prince again?" Seeing Murong Jingwan's lonely expression, Xiaohuan felt regretful in her heart.
The smile on her lips gradually faded, and Murong Jingwan said softly: "Xiaohuan, every time he comes, I will be unlucky. Do you want him to come? Or not?"
Xiaohuan looked at Murong Jingwan tangledly. She hoped that Xuan Ningxuan would come so that her master would not be lonely; she also hoped that Xuan Ningxuan would not come so that her master could live in peace.
"Silly girl," Murong Jingwan tapped Xiaohuan's forehead, "There is no such thing as the best of both worlds in the world."
Xiaohuan immediately shook her head and retorted: "But the lady's sister not only has beauty, but also has the favor of the prince. Miss, she is your sister, how can she take away the prince."
Murong Jingwan felt bitter in her heart. Her elder sister had never regarded her as a younger sister. In the Murong family, she had been bullied by her elder sister since her mother passed away.
"Xiaohuan, you are not very experienced in the world, and you don't understand many things." Murong Jingwan said calmly.
"Miss, are you really not angry at all?" Xiaohuan looked at Murong Jingwan seriously.
Murong Jingwan smiled, her smile was bitter. Angry? Shouldn't she be angry? She is his true concubine? But it doesn't matter if she is angry, it will only increase her worries.
