"Yun Hongsi, if you were Princess Ling, would you still be so generous?" Yuan Feijing snorted coldly.
She has always disliked having wives and concubines in groups. Fortunately, her father is not such a person, otherwise she might not even recognize her biological father.
"Yes." Yun Hongxi nodded without hesitation and knelt in front of Long Qian, "Princess, I know you love the prince."
"You don't want the prince to end badly, right? Prince Xu and Prince Ming are both ruthless characters. If they are elected..."
"This is not a question of love or not." Long Qian interrupted Yun Hongsi's words softly, "It's not that important to me either."
"You can arrange things however you think you should, and I won't have any objections."
Yun Hongsi looked into Long Qian's eyes and asked in a low voice: "Princess, are you sure this is okay?"
Long Qian met her eyes and nodded seriously: "OK."
"Thank you, Princess." Yun Hongsi cupped her hands, stood up, and left.
The team continued to move forward unhurriedly. Yuan Feijing stared at Long Qian for a while in the carriage and frowned.
"You really don't mind?"
Long Qian, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes and looked at her: "I thought you understood me?"
Didn't this guy already know that she was not Long Qian? She didn't want to stay in the mausoleum or with Chu Dongling.
Yuan Feijing glanced at her and looked away: "Are you kidding me? Who understands you?"
She suspected that Long Qian didn't even understand herself, so how could she understand her?
The team walked up and down and finally returned to the mausoleum.
Long Qian had to eat and drink, and he lay there for three whole days before he was willing to get up from the bed.
After noon on the fourth day, Yuan Feijing walked into the spacious wing.
She saw Long Qian sitting in front of the mirror dressing up, and pulled out a chair not far away to sit down.
"You are so laid-back! I heard that Ningxia will move in tonight. Are you still in the mood to dress up here?"
"Her situation is different from Han Zhixiang's. I heard that she got the emperor's permission to live in the mausoleum. Are you not worried at all?"
Yuan Feijing ate three pieces of pastry in a row and drank a whole cup of tea. When she still couldn't get a response from Long Qian, she stood up and walked over.
"Wow! What's wrong with you? How did you make yourself so ugly?"
"Want to go out? I want to go out too, come on, get me one." Yuan Feijing couldn't wait to bring a chair.
"What are you doing out there?" Long Qian didn't even look at her and continued to make a face for herself.
"Then what are you doing out there?" Yuan Feijing looked at the ugly guy in the mirror and raised her eyebrows.
I wonder if this girl is addicted to pinching scars, even to herself?
"I got the life-saving money that the prince rewarded me with. Of course I have to go out and squander it. Otherwise, how can I cope with the injury on my shoulder?"
"You're going out too. Do you have money?" Long Qian touched his face and stood up.
Yuan Feijing stared at her and coughed lightly: "I'm not that poor. I can do it as long as you don't go to too high-end places."
"I don't like playing with poor people!" Long Qian gave her a blank look and turned around.
Yuan Feijing pulled her over and said in a deep voice: "Is there anything wrong? I serve you every day, but you actually..."
"The person who serves me every day is Dingdang!" Long Qian didn't look back.
"Tell me, what do you need to do before you are willing to take me with you?" Yuan Feijing let her go.
Long Qian turned around and approached her: "If you have any news about Brother Gu Sha, I wouldn't mind taking you to wander around."
It's been several days and I still don't know what's going on with Brother Gusha.
If she hadn't been in poor health, she would have gone out long ago.
"It's easy." Yuan Fei quietly sat back on the chair, "Come here and put on makeup for me!"
