Seeing Zhuo Lian holding scissors and frantically cutting Bu Chen, who was given by Mu Yan, Yu Mei quickly ran over to stop her, "Concubine, this is a gift from the prince, you can't cut it!"
Zhuo Lian cried loudly and emotionally, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want these things! Why doesn't he come? What's the use of sending these rags?"
After crying enough and tired of cutting, she threw the scissors to the ground. She sat on the bed and looked in the direction of the door, "Why doesn't the prince come again? Has he forgotten Lian'er?"
"Concubine..." Yumei stopped talking.
Zhuo Lian turned around and said, "Say,"
"My lord...he went to the princess's place tonight."
"Chu You..." Zhuo Lian's pretty face slowly showed a trace of determination, "I won't give up the prince to you! Never!"
Late at night, candles were still burning in Mu Yanqin's study.
Zhuo Lian walked in personally carrying the tray and said, "Your Majesty, take a break and drink some lotus seed porridge."
Mu Yanqin put down his pen, raised his head, and was suddenly shocked.
Zhuo Lian changed from her usual elegant dress and wore a rose-red smoke butterfly skirt, with her long hair tied into a fringed bun. Under the candlelight, she looked as sweet and charming as an elf.
He seemed to see Pingting again.
Mu Yanqin silently took it and drank a few sips. Zhuo Lian came behind him and pressed her soft, boneless hands on his shoulders, "Your Highness, don't work too hard, Lian'er will feel sorry for you."
Mu Yanqin put down the bowl and gently held her hand, "Lian'er, have you cried?"
Zhuo Lian quickly lowered her red and swollen eyes, "No way, it's just that I haven't slept well in the past few days."
He pulled her and sat in his arms, staring at her evasive eyes, "Is it because I didn't see you?"
Zhuo Lian didn't speak, just shook her head, but her eyes quickly filled with tears.
He held her in his arms and said, "Lian'er, don't cry. I have not forgotten you, but there are some things that need to be dealt with."
Zhuo Lian knew that it was rare for him to explain something to others, and she was very satisfied to hear his comfort in person. Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she forced a smile and said, "Lian'er understands, as long as the prince has Lian'er in his heart
That’s fine.”
She stretched out her arms, hugged his neck, blushed and took the initiative to kiss him for the first time.
Mu Yanqin smiled knowingly and deepened the kiss.
That night, Zhuo Lian did not return to Lotus Garden.
The next day, Yi Furong went to Jian Yunyuan early. After greeting her according to the courtesy, she said directly, "Don't you know, Princess Princess, Concubine Lian stayed in the prince's study yesterday?"
Yitong's hand holding the tea cup trembled, and she raised her clear eyes and glanced at her, "Is this why Concubine Rong came here so early in the morning to talk about this?"
Yi Furong pursed her lips and smiled, "That's not entirely true. I heard that the prince gave my sister a lot of tributes. I just wanted to come here to broaden my horizons. I just mentioned this by the way. I don't mind if my sister has heard about it."
Yitong turned around and told Zixuan, "Take Concubine Rong to see her. If she likes it, give it to her."
"Yes, Princess."
Yi Furong quickly thanked her, "My sister is still generous, but my sister is not polite."
As soon as she left, Yitong took off all disguises, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and stared at the ceiling with blank eyes.