When A Lanyi saw Ling Ji coming out, she hurried over and asked, "How is Miss Mu? Is she okay?"
Ling Ji wiped the tears on her face and said to her: "Third Princess, no one of us should ask about what happened last night, and we shouldn't show sadness in front of her. I don't want Yan Yan to comfort us in turn.
, do you understand?”
Ah Lanyi felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. She nodded: "I understand."
Ling Ji said again: "You and the high priest can go down and have a rest. I will just watch over Yan Yan."
Ah Lanyi wanted to say something else, but after thinking about it, she decided to give it up. Whatever she said now was in vain. They could do nothing but guard Mu Yun'an.
The sky was very clear after the rain, but everyone's mood seemed to be covered by a layer of clouds.
The Gu King Palace was very quiet.
It was already afternoon when Mu Yun'an woke up. She had not slept all night last night, but now she felt much better after getting some sleep.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. The scars on her face were much lighter to the naked eye, but the white hair on that end was still so dazzling.
The love is extremely hurt, the beauty is red and the hair is white.
The past will be the past and she can never go back.
The person alive now is no longer Xiao Chengyi’s Yan Yan, but a poor woman named Mu Yun’an.
Mu Yun'an took a comb and pulled up the white hair on that end, and then took out the peach blossom hairpin hidden in her arms.
She carefully inserted the hairpin into her bun, looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Brother Yi, does Yan Yan look good?"
No one responded in the quiet room.
Mu Yun'an smiled, took off the veil and put it on her face, then walked out of the room.
The sunshine outside was a bit dazzling, so Mu Yunan stretched out her hand to cover it. After she got used to it, she took a deep breath, then sat on the steps outside the hall, looking at the scenery in the distance.
When Jun Limo came out, he saw Mu Yun'an sitting alone on the steps. He looked at her tied up hair and the delicate hairpin, feeling a little lost.
Since Xiao Chengyi's death, it seemed that Mu Yunan had never dressed up so seriously. He felt that Mu Yunan was a little different from usual.
Jun Limo didn't know if he was overthinking it, but he thought that Mu Yun'an might not want to see her, so he planned to avoid it, but then he heard Mu Yun'an call out: "High Priest."
Jun Limo was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw Mu Yun'an saying to him, "Come and sit."
He was flattered, but walked over and sat down on the steps.
Jun Limo looked at the hairpin on Mu Yunan's head. Although the peach blossom hairpin looked ordinary, it was not difficult to tell that it had been carefully crafted.
Mu Yun'an noticed that Jun Limo was looking at her hairpin. She held it up with her hand and asked, "Does it look good? This is a gift from Brother Yi."
Jun Limo was startled for a moment, then quickly looked away and said, "It looks good." After a pause, he added, "I thought you didn't want to see me."
Mu Yun'an shrugged: "I don't want to."
Jun Limo didn't dare to answer her words. After hesitating for a while, he didn't know what to say. It seemed that everything he said was wrong.
Mu Yun'an saw his uneasiness, and it was really sad to think that the high priest who was so self-righteous in the past was now like a child who had done something wrong.