"...Yes!" Jiang Nanyan's attitude was very firm and her tone was stern. Xia He did not dare to stay any longer. After Fu Fu died, he retreated.
Jiang Nanyan stared blankly at Xia He, who turned back and left three times at a time. She didn't come back to her senses for a long time.
The flickering candlelight on the table reflected on Jiang Nanyan's slightly absent-minded face, leaving a graceful shadow.
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Jiang Nanyan sat there all night long.[
That night, she almost racked her brain, but could not figure out a way to sneak out of the palace silently.
The sky is gray and not completely bright yet.
It was dark outside the house, and there was silence all around. Except for the occasional chirping of insects, no sound could be heard.
Jiang Nanyan, who had been sitting on a round stool all night, stood up, walked around the room, stretched his stiff body, and looked at this room that he had lived in for a long time but had never taken a good look at.
I don't know if it's because the former Crown Princess doesn't like luxury, but there is so little furniture in this room that it doesn't look like a woman's room at all.
In addition to a few necessary furnishings, there were only a few ink paintings hanging casually in the room as decoration.
The only thing that can be considered gorgeous is probably the screen between the bed and the round table.
Although she didn't know much about silk embroidery, Jiang Nanyan could tell at a glance that the workmanship of the screen was very particular.