Send away the mages wearing big robes and heavy hoods.
Qianqian recovered quickly. One day when the weather was nice, she sat on the swing in the garden and looked at the clouds in the sky.
Ying Cui next to her looked like he was hesitating to speak, obviously frightened by Qian Qian's indifferent look.
"Princess Princess..."
She plucked up the courage and called out tentatively. They were the only two people around here.
Qian Qian said calmly: "I know what you are going to say, and you have good intentions. I will not blame you. I am afraid that Zhang Gong's numerology has caused such a disaster, and I deserve to suffer such torture."
"No, Princess, what I want to say is another matter."
With a slight sideways glance, Ying Cui looked really worried, which was different from the guilt-filled look she had imagined. She tightened her cloak tightly.
Things have gotten better recently. The princess came several times a day and took care of every detail, which made all the maids in the room very nervous. They were afraid that they would be hungry or cold. There were even more people wearing cloaks when they went out.
I begged that I must put it on.
"Oh, if you have something to say, just tell me. There's nothing I can't stand."
After recovering from a serious illness, Qianqian took everything and everyone very lightly. She also believed in the theory of numerology. She felt that the fate of life was always there, and it was almost impossible to control it.
Just like me, I have lived in modern times for more than twenty years, and then by fate I came to this ancient time. I have endured so much pain and enjoyed privileges that ordinary people cannot enjoy. This is all fate.
Ying Cui hesitated to speak, seeming very embarrassed, and also seemed to regret opening her mouth.
After a while, she seemed to take a breath and said: "Many people outside are spreading rumors. Why don't the princess report to the princess and take some actions to curb these rumors?"
She smiled lightly and thought that this must have something to do with Mr. Zhang. That day he heroically stepped forward to save the beauty. However, during the period of time when he was ill, he never came to visit him. It was not because of him.
I'm looking forward to him coming, but this is too abnormal.
"Since you have already said that this is gossip, then if you still care about what it does, it will naturally disappear after a while."
After going through so many things, Qian Qian's strong little heart cannot even think of being calm.
"But those rumors are too unpalatable. This concerns the princess's reputation!"
Qian Qian understood that it must have been that day when Mr. Zhang suspected that his sweetheart was Zhang Gong, and met him on a moonlit night regardless of propriety, justice, and shame. Due to some reason, the fight resulted in a disagreement, and then he became ill for so many days.
, which also further confirms this point.
Qian Qian sneered and said: "That's better. This reputation and other things are just spoken by people. If you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadow. They can say whatever they want!"
In this way, Qian Qian would feel more relaxed. Without the increasing number of suitors, Qian Qian would also be spared a lot of trouble.
As for Mr. Zhang, it cannot be said that he has evil intentions and creates these troubles. Either he is too simple-minded and cannot bear some dark things in his head, or he is unable to restrain his subordinates and cannot control them.