A young girl with eyebrows as green as feathers, skin as white as snow, and a waist as thick as a bunch of silk, wrapped in a light pink brocade dress, was crying in her mother's arms. She choked and said: "Mother, how can my father be so partial?"
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This girl is none other than Jiang Xinyue, the princess of Prince Jiang's Mansion who is the most elegant and beautiful girl in Beijing.
And her mother is Princess Jiang. Jiang Xinyue is the only direct daughter of Prince Jiang, with the most orthodox status and the noblest birth!
Princess Jiang is over forty years old, with a high bun and a graceful appearance. There is a hint of resentment on her face. Seeing her baby daughter cry so sadly, she feels heartbroken.
Princess Jiang sighed, "I can't decide what your father decides. Otherwise, how can I let the child born by that wild woman marry into Prince Jing's Mansion?"
Jiang Xinyue's eyes were filled with tears, "Father clearly knows... and knows that I am against Prince Jing..." The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. After all, she was a lady, and it was difficult for her daughter, who was shy to talk to outsiders, to express her family concerns in the end.
How could Princess Jiang not know what her daughter was thinking, as she knew her daughter? She suddenly said: "I have known for a long time that your father has not forgotten that woman. He has been dead for so many years, and suddenly he came back and said that he had another daughter? He was raised outside.
Forget it, I still have to take him to the house and make the house a mess!"
Jiang Xinyue stopped crying and looked at Princess Jiang suspiciously. She had wanted to ask this question for a long time, "Mom, who is the mother of that wild girl?"
A look of hesitation flashed across Princess Jiang's face, and she said perfunctorily: "It's been so many years, so don't mention it!"
Seeing that her mother didn't want to talk, Jiang Xinyue had no choice but to suppress the doubts in her heart. She felt very sad when she thought that that wild girl could marry the noble and immortal Prince Jing, but she could only cry here alone.
Next to Jiang Xinyue's wet nurse, Grandma Li couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but said: "Ever since Ning Jingwan entered Prince Jiang's Mansion, the Prince has only had eyes for her. Even the Princess and Miss Zhilan have not heard of the Prince."
Don’t ask!"
Grandma Li has no children of her own. She has watched Jiang Xinyue grow up and has always regarded Jiang Xinyue as her own. Seeing Jiang Xinyue crying so sadly, of course she couldn't help but feel distressed and stood up to speak for Jiang Xinyue.
Princess Jiang had an obvious look of displeasure on her face, "Mother Li, can the prince criticize you at will behind his back?"
Aunt Li was concerned but confused. Then she realized that she had exceeded the rules. How could the prince be someone that servants like her could blame? She knelt down and said, "I'm disrespectful, please punish me, princess!"
Jiang Xinyue said hurriedly: "Mom, I can't bear to see my daughter being wronged so she speaks for her. Please don't punish me!"
Princess Jiang sighed, how could she not know? It's just that the prince insists on doing this, what can she do?
However, as the mistress of the house, she still has to have the prestige she deserves. Princess Jiang said solemnly: "The prince has told me that the little princess's maiden name is Jiang Jingwan, not Jingjing Wan. Aunt Li, you are the one serving in the eldest princess's room."
People, please remember that you can’t speak and act indiscriminately in the future. If word gets out, someone will secretly laugh at me, the mistress, who is so incompetent in running the family that she dares to ignore the prince’s words and turn a deaf ear!"
Princess Jiang's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable seriousness. Aunt Li did not dare to raise her head and said timidly: "What Princess Jiang is teaching me is that this old slave made a mistake!"
Jiang Xinyue was reluctant, "Mom, if Jiang Jingwan was beautiful and talented, my daughter would give up. But you have never seen Jiang Jingwan's virtue. A good name is wasted. It's a waste."