"Xiao Huan, I'm sorry. Following me always makes you suffer." Murong Jingwan's face was dark and she said apologetically.
Seeing Murong Jingwan's sad expression, Xiao Huan felt very regretful. None of this was Murong Jingwan's fault. The blame was on the ruthless prince Xuan Ningxuan.
"Miss, didn't the prince go out of his way to have dinner with you last night? Why did he become a different person early in the morning?" Xiaohuan changed the subject tactfully, not wanting Murong Jingwan to feel sad.
Murong Jingwan sighed softly, but Murong Jingwan couldn't tell Xiao Huan the cause of the matter, even if she believed Xiao Huan.
"The prince's temper is not something you and I can predict. Maybe it is best for me to live here." Murong Jingwan replied with a smile, took Xiaohuan's hand and walked towards the house.
Murong Jingwan was dragged into the house. Although there was no one else in the house, it was filled with a musty smell because it had been unoccupied for a long time, and the table was filled with dust.
"Miss, this place is too dirty. You go out first and let Xiaohuan clean it up." Xiaohuan pushed Murong Jingwan's body and pushed her outside the room.
A helpless smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Murong Jingwan said lightly: "Xiaohuan, I am no longer a princess, so please let me clean with you. You clean alone, and I can only stand outside until dark."
Murong Jingwan had just lost her child, and after several days of rest, her body had not fully recovered. Murong Jingwan was not allowed to do heavy work, but she just wanted her to have a good rest.
Looking back at the mess in the house, Murong Jingwan would not be able to sleep at night if she had done it alone.
Xiaohuan frowned in embarrassment, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally agreed with Murong Jingwan's idea.
Cleaning together with Murong Jingwan, Xiaohuan's heart became more and more shocked.
"Miss, it turns out you are very good at cleaning." Xiaohuan showed an expression of appreciation. She knew that Murong Jingwan was the direct descendant of Mr. Murong. The Murong family was very famous in the world at that time, and Murong Jingwan should be a person who did not do anything.
A wealthy lady who does any menial work.
"Although I am my father's direct descendant, my father only dotes on my sister. After my mother died, although I was a young lady, I lived like a maid." Murong Jingwan said calmly, without stopping the movements of her hands.
Hearing the sound of water dripping, Murong Jingwan raised her head in surprise. Xiaohuan standing in front of her had already burst into tears.
"Xiao Huan, these things have passed. Now that I have you, I am no longer lonely." Putting down the rag in her hand, Murong Jingwan hugged Xiao Huan into her arms and comforted her softly.
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