Mi Xiayao was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand what riddle the two people were playing.
One said he knew her, but for a long time he didn't introduce who the other person was.
She had no idea about this exotic girl in her memory. In short, she was a person she had never come into contact with in her previous life.
"Princess Anyang, I used to live with the prince in the border area. She just got hairpins, so she was called back by the Queen Mother and wanted to raise her under her knees."
Pei Xingyuan's tone was as concise and short as ever.
Princess Anyang blinked, "Miss Mi has such thin arms and waist that she will fall apart if you try hard on her. Do you really not want to consider the person I recommend? She has a cheerful personality and is generous."
Now, are you promoting others in front of Mi Xiayao?
Mi Xiayao pursed her lips and looked around, figuring out the cause and effect in her mind.
Pei Xingyuan had a good relationship with this clan daughter, so after Princess Anyang entered the capital, she wanted to introduce a woman to Pei Xingyuan.
But Pei Xingyuan may not like the woman recommended by the other party due to various conditions.
That's why today someone specially came to pick her up, and he was waiting here.
Mi Xiayao half-squinted her eyes, feeling that the place where she felt weak in the carriage today became strong again.
"Princess Anyang speaks straightforwardly and simply. She must have lived quite freely at the border. It's great. I really envy such a free life."
She raised her hand and put it on Pei Xingyuan's arm. The other person raised his arm quite naturally to give her support.
Mi Xiayao has a gentle smile and a generous temperament, which can be said to perfectly overpower the youthful and beautiful aura of Princess Anyang.
It's as if the senior is gentle and watching the junior's mischief.
Pei Xingyuan looked sideways slightly, and finally there was a wave of emotion in his deep eyes, and a faint hidden smile disappeared.
Princess Anyang grew up at the border of the military camp since she was a child. She did not have the palace of a deep house girl, so naturally she did not understand the insinuations in Mi Xiayao's mouth.
She naively thought that Mi Xiayao really envied her life, and the girl immediately scratched her head in embarrassment.
"Actually, it's not good...it's windy and sunny outside, but your skin is much better than ours in the capital."
This sincere conversation caught Mi Xiayao off guard.
The two people's different states gave each other a confused reaction, and for a moment, the atmosphere became a little strange.
"But since Miss Mi can enter the palace and become a female official, I think she must have learned the rules very well."
Princess Anyang quickly put aside the matter of recommending a woman and looked at Mi Xiayao with shining eyes.
It's like seeing a source of water in the desert and using it as the last straw.
"How about you teach me the rules in the palace? I made a big fool of myself when I entered the palace a few days ago. Every time the Queen sees me, her look in her eyes makes me feel so uncomfortable."
Princess Anyang stretched out her hand. Her wheat-colored skin revealed healthy beauty, and her hands were not too small.
She held Mi Xiayao's wrist and said urgently.
The unexpected skin contact made Mi Xiayao stunned for a moment.
Pei Xingyuan glanced at Princess Anyang's hand. He raised his hand to interrupt her movement and took Mi Xiayao into his arms.
"The palace has assigned you a tutor, so don't bother A-Yao."
Mi Xia Yaozhi felt that something was wrong, "?"
The last second she was the one who came to save him from "Water and Fire", how come she is now the one who came to save him from "Water and Fire"?
Princess Anyang raised her brows, as if she wanted to argue with Pei Xingyuan.
Suddenly there was a loud sound of gongs and drums not far away, and then, a red guard of honor poured into a courtyard.
The newlyweds have arrived at the door of the Prince's Mansion.
Everyone turned to look at the hall. Some people who couldn't sit still got up and went to the corridor to watch the excitement.
In an instant, many people disappeared from the hall.
They were still standing there, Princess Anyang and Pei Xingyuan still looking at each other in a stalemate.
When Rong Yuanzhou passed by them, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Mi Xiayao.
The latter was immersed in thinking about what exactly Pei Xingyuan wanted her help for.
He didn't notice Rong Yuanzhou's eyes at all.
"Who are you looking at?" Princess Anyang was about to express her thoughts when she realized that Pei Xingyuan's attention was not on her.
She asked in confusion, then looked over and saw Rong Yuanzhou's slightly tall back in plain robes.
Pei Xingyuan withdrew his wary gaze.
"Look, no one cares about your business. Don't worry about my lord's business. You should think more about what you want to say when you see His Highness the Third Prince so as not to lose the prince's face."
His poisonous tongue was probably influenced by Mi Xiayao, and he hit the nail on the head and made the girl's wheat-colored cheeks turn a little red.
The bickering here was not over yet, and the newlyweds who walked in crowded over there, holding red hydrangeas in their hands, slowly entered the house.
They stood at the edge of the seat, just in a position where they could see the third prince and Cui, who was holding a fan to cover their faces, worshiping in the high hall.
Mi Xiayao stared at the back of the third prince, and couldn't help but think of the scene that day when she was almost encouraged to mess with the prince.
She forgot for a moment that she was still on Pei Xingyuan's arm, and twisted her hand hard.
Feeling no pain or itching in his arms, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Mi Xiayao.
That delicate and beautiful face seemed calm and calm, but he could still see the warmth of gnashing teeth and anger in those beautiful eyes.
His thin lips moved, but he hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
His Highness the Third Highness was getting married, and the ones who made the fuss in the wedding room were those sons of aristocratic families with status and reputation. Mi Xia Yao only ate a little from the dinner in the evening, and she felt vaguely that she had no appetite.
But there were too many people coming and going to toast, and it was difficult for her to stay around Pei Xingyuan.
After sitting in the second half, my face was obviously not as rosy as it was during the day.
Pei Xingyuan was the first person to notice her changes.
The man's brows suddenly frowned, and he raised his hand to take away the half-cup of wine glass she was holding.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
The sound in the seats is too noisy, and two people may not be able to hear clearly if they are having a conversation at a normal distance.
The deep voice in her ears only made Mi Xiayao's physical discomfort worse.
She raised her hand and patted her chest, turned her head slightly and whispered, "It feels a little uncomfortable. I want to go back."
When Pei Xingyuan heard this, he put down the wine glass in his hand without hesitation, supported her body, turned around and led her out of the hall.
Although the atmosphere outside was quiet, the nausea in Mi Xiayao's chest still did not ease.
It was visible to the naked eye that the delicate cheeks had turned pale, and Pei Xingyuan could not hide the worry in his eyes.
At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, so he simply picked up the person in his arms and hurriedly walked out of the prince's mansion with long steps.
After getting on the carriage, Mi Xiayao suddenly felt dizzy and uncomfortable.