Chapter 2490 I'm looking forward to it, what should I do?
"Come in." The wet nurse was angry and did not dare to express her words any more.
Today is the Ningxia Princess's big day. If it is delayed, her head will be in danger.
Long Qian stepped through the door, followed by Dingdang and Yuan Feijing.
The room was small and plain, with nothing else but a dressing table.
Ningxia deliberately wanted to give Long Qian power.
Dingdang felt sorry for his princess, but couldn't say anything.
Yuan Feijing was holding a long sword and sitting on a chair nearby.
"Come here and undress your master." The nanny took a set of plain clothes and came to Long Qian's side.
She didn't forget that Long Qian said he didn't like being touched by others, and she didn't dare to mess around without being sure whether Long Qian still had a silver needle hidden in his body.
Dingdang took Su Yi and frowned.
"Why are these clothes like this? Is this definitely for the king... Are you sure it is for Princess Qian?"
"Sure." The wet nurse raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, looking like she was watching a good show.
"Hurry! No one can afford to waste time."
"These are the clothes that I specially asked people to bring back from the Western Regions. Their witnesses wear this kind of clothes. Is there any problem?"
Ningxia walked in the door with a proud look on her face.
"If you don't want to be beheaded, quickly put it on for your master."
Dingdang met her eyes, angry and scared.
"bring it on."
Before she could turn around, Long Qian opened her arms.
It’s just a piece of clothing. Doesn’t matter if it’s red, blue, or yellow, or black, white, or gray?
However... Long Qian lowered her head and looked at the clothes that were put on her body, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly unconsciously.
Why does this combination of black, white and gray look so familiar?
"Princess Ningxia, are you sure this is not a piece of clothing for a funeral?"
With a sound of "snack", Yuan Feijing placed the long sword on the dressing table and raised her eyebrows.
"Now Long Qian's status is the princess, which is no less humble than the princess of a small country like you."
"Princess Ningxia, I advise you not to do such a thing that will hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage yourself eight hundred, so as not to cause unpleasant scenes on your special day."
Yuan Feijing didn't intend to pay attention to such nonsense, but she had to remind him about the prince's face.
"When will it be your turn to intervene in my affairs?" Ning Xia snorted coldly.
"Today is my happy day, and I have the final say in everything!"
"What princess?" She turned her eyes and looked at Long Qian with disdain, "It's just a blind cat that meets a dead mouse."
"When Princess Ling sits upright, what will Long Qian compare with me?"
"If you continue to behave like this, your position as princess will never be the same in your life..." Yuan Feijing stood up.
Unexpectedly, a pleasant voice interrupted her words.
"The clothes fit well and are very suitable for today's occasion." Long Qian turned around and looked back at Yuan Feijing and Dingdang.
"You said that, right?"
Yuan Feijing looked at her, chuckled, and nodded.
"Well, it's quite suitable."
Ningxia made the witnesses wear funeral clothes at her wedding. It was not Long Qian's face that was humiliated, but her own face.
Forget it! The person wearing it is so happy, what does she care about?
Ningxia felt like she was being connoted, but she couldn't find any evidence.
"When putting makeup on her, just follow my instructions."
Suddenly her mood wasn't very good, and she didn't want to stay anymore.
Ning Xia winked at the nanny, shook her clothes, turned around and left.
"Come on, come on." Long Qian tucked up his sleeves that were too long and looked at the person approaching in the mirror.
"I really want to see what makeup Princess Ningxia will put on me. I'm a little excited. What should I do?"
