If she hadn't been worried about crushing the weak Dingdang, she might not have fallen so badly.
The result of caring about others is that you will definitely suffer a lot.
"Princess." Dingdang was so frightened that he became confused.
Will the princess die if she falls from such a high place?
At the critical moment, a figure descended from the sky and hugged the fallen body into its arms.
The old grandma saw clearly the identity of the visitor and ran over in a hurry.
"Your Majesty, shouldn't you change your clothes at this time? Why..."
She turned a blind eye to Long Qian's danger.
Chu Dongling looked at the girl in his arms, whose face was covered by a white face and only showed a pair of big, bony eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
Before he could speak, Long Qian's stomach growled.
Chu Dongling's eyes dropped down and fell on her sunken belly.
"They didn't let you eat?"
Long Qian finally heard a word and pursed her peach lips in grievance.
Only a small area was painted on the middle of her lips, which was shaped a bit like a peach.
When she pursed her lips, the red color was only the size of a red bean.
"Grandma won't let you eat."
When the old lady heard this, she explained anxiously: "Your Majesty, that's not the case. It's Princess Qian who takes too much time in doing things."
"Look, you're about to leave to pick up the bride, and she hasn't even hung up the lantern, and..."
Before the old lady finished speaking, Chu Dongling hugged Long Qian and turned around to leave.
"Prepare meals and send them to the mausoleum." Chu Dongling ordered.
"Yes." Yuan Feijing ordered before Nie Qingqing.
She glanced at Nie Qingqing and strode away.
"Your Majesty." The old woman became even more anxious, "How can you take Princess Qian back to the mausoleum?"
"This is against the rules. The mausoleum has been decorated. Only the mistress can enter."
"When did I say that Ningxia is the mistress of the mausoleum?" Chu Dongling stared at the old woman blocking the way.
"Go away! Princess Qian is so hungry that no one can bear the responsibility."
He is the King of Tombs, he is extraordinary, and the old mama must not mess around.
If Prince Ling wants to kill her, he can just put his finger on it.
Princess Qian is the "heart and soul" of Prince Ling. This news spread in the palace yesterday.
The old mama just didn't expect that Prince Ling would be so interested in this tool sometimes.
That's right, Qianjun couldn't develop better medicine for Prince Ling because he was in bad health.
"But..." The old mama reacted quickly and chased after Chu Dongling.
"Today is your prince's special day. Both the emperor and the queen mother will come to watch the ceremony. As for the time..."
"Who told you to bully Princess Qian?" Nie Qingqing's face was grave.
If the prince does not come back in time, the princess will starve to death in the scorching sun without breaking her leg.
"Tell Princess Ningxia that when Princess Qian fills her stomach, the prince will come to pick her up. Go ahead."
Nie Qingwu waved his hand and left without looking back.
Soon, there were new rumors outside.
"No way? Princess Ningxia asked Princess Qian to wear funeral clothes?"
"Not only that, she also asked Princess Qian to dress up as a dead person, which is too much!"
"Princess Qian is not easy to be a witness to the wedding. She has to hang all the lanterns in the house."
"Yes! I heard that she almost fell and died."
"It's not enough for the prince to bully you. Now there's another side named Fujin. Why is Princess Qian's life so miserable?"
"Poor!"
Some people saw Long Qian rushing to the imperial mausoleum, but many people just listened to the gossip.
A lot of news was specially released by Yuan Feijing.
She didn't want to see Long Qian being bullied and suffering undue infamy.
