“Miss, please have some pastries!” Su Nanny pushed another plate of pastries in front of her.
“Thank you, Nanny!” Lan Ling’er picked up a small piece of pastry and took a bite, catching the crumbs with her other hand.
“Hmm! Miss is so clever, learning quickly!” The nanny smiled, “What an obedient child!”
“So, Nanny, can I leave now?” Lan Ling’er asked, pulling the nanny’s clothes.
“Of course not! Miss, the day after tomorrow you will meet the Emperor and Empress with the Prince. We must teach you everything within these two days! Please don’t hate me, Miss!”
“No way! When will this suffering end?”
Outside, a figure stood by the pillar, looking through the window with a smile. This version of her is more suitable to be a royal daughter-in-law! Surely now they won’t force me to marry that princess?
Father, Mother, your child is going to resist!!!”
A jade-green smoke-colored top, a scattered water-mist pleated skirt, and black soft hair cascading to her waist framed her delicate features. Beneath her delicate eyebrows, bright black eyes sparkled, while naturally red lips and rosy cheeks enhanced her charm. Through the swaying folds of her skirt, pink little shoes peeked out.
Covering her mouth with ten fingers, she stepped lightly over the threshold, laughing at the stunned Dong Fang Yu. “How do I look?” She spun around like a dancing butterfly, her soft and clear voice rivaling any noble lady.
“Not bad, just average! At least better than being naked!” Restraining his gaze, Dong Fang Yu turned away, speaking coldly.
The despicable guy! I knew he would mock me! If not for him, would I have sacrificed so much? Hmph, not even a single compliment! Lan Ling’er took small steps towards him and, when he wasn’t paying attention, stomped on his foot. Before he could react, she sweetly laughed, “Oops, Your Highness, did I step on you?”
Why did he let go of his hand, leaving her feeling dejected? Why was she so afraid of him leaving?
“Dong Fang Yu!” Lan Ling’er called out calmly. Did he realize he had put her in a more awkward situation than Qing Cheng had?
Dong Fang Yu stopped, and Qing Cheng looked at him gently, her eyes filled with sorrow.
“Do you think it’s fun to play with me like this?”
