I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

"He does want to give you a status, but not only my people but even his people in the court and the country will not agree." He said coldly.

Jiang Xingkuo's hand holding the memorial was shaking a little.

"He has just ascended the throne. Do you think he will give you a position regardless of the opposition of all the ministers? Even if you enter his harem, with no power or influence, relying only on his temporary novelty, how long do you think you can live? Can you live to become a concubine?"

will not.

She muttered to herself, and her enthusiasm for helping someone solve their problems suddenly cooled.

Seeing that her expression seemed to be relaxed, An Yuyan took the opportunity to attack again: "He is just using some tricks to force you to stay in the palace. I know you are not interested in this. So you and I..."

"Even if he uses tricks, you may not be honest." Jiang Xingkuo thought of Wei Chuchu's indenture and was unwilling to be outdone.

An Yuyan was a little hurt, and her beautiful fox eyes were tinged with a layer of gloom.

He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke: "I just want to fight for what I want. If he really cares about you, he should know that you don't like being bound, don't like rules, and don't like all these cumbersome palaces. He should let you go instead of trapping you here and consuming your spiritual energy!"

Before Jiang Xingkuo had time to finish reading it, he threw the memorial to him as if it was hot.

An Yuyan raised her hand and caught it without any surprise.

Seeing her panicked and lost back, he felt a sense of satisfaction that was almost like revenge.

In the imperial study, the incense burner had cooled down, leaving only a handsome man sitting in front of the desk, playing with the lid of a teacup, tapping it against the rim of the cup, as if waiting for something.

Finally, Wuye landed beside him lightly and said, "Prince Nanjing has left Piyue Palace. Miss Jiang has already known your arrangement."

He then closed the cup lid with a snap, picked up the memorial in front of him and began to review it again.

Wu Ye asked tentatively: "Miss Jiang seems very angry, Your Majesty..."

He stopped writing, glanced at Wu Ye, and said, "I didn't know Wu Ye was so concerned about my private affairs."

"Wu Ye, stop talking." Wu Ye immediately bowed and turned to go up to the roof.

He was the only one left, looking at the rows of black words in front of him.

After turning two pages, I suddenly realized that I didn't know what I was thinking about. I didn't even understand the meaning of these clear and neat words. I could only take a deep breath, force myself to think back, and turn the page back to read again.

Jiang Xingkuo rushed into the palace gate and ordered the two few eunuchs to quickly close the door.

She walked past the small pond in the yard, past the small rockery, and under the lush cypress trees, where two swings were still swaying in the wind.

She walked up the stairs step by step and opened the familiar door.

The hall was empty; the original things had either been moved away or stored in the warehouse.

She could only go into the inner room. Fortunately, the princess had just left and the people who followed her had not had time to clean up her room.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning.

It was as if there was a hand pressing her head in a direction she didn't want to go.

Turning the bracelet silently, she thought of An Huanyan.

An Huanyan had finally finished her work and it was time for dinner. She came to the table, found a seat and sat down, then looked at Hai Yanqing and Hai Lao Taijun in front of her, looking at each other in bewilderment.

She looked up, made eye contact with Songyan, and started making faces.

Meaning: "Why do they want to eat with me?"

Songyan gestured quietly and seriously.

"Princess, you just casually asked if I wanted to have lunch before leaving!"

An Huanyan opened her eyes wide and continued to make faces.

"How could I have known that she would agree just because I was being polite!"

Songyan spread his hands helplessly.

After washing her hands, Ebatai-kun began to speak to interrupt their pantomime.

"It seems that you are not so arrogant as to let me sit in the main seat."

Ebataijun looked at the layout of the place with great satisfaction, then when he looked down at the dishes, he couldn't help but frowned.

When Hai Yanqing saw her face change, he secretly pulled her sleeve hard, but she just brushed his hand away as if nothing had happened.

"Uh..." An Huanyan also picked up the bowl and chopsticks and paused for a moment before saying, "I just think it's cooler here because it's a vent..."

Hearing this, Hai Lao Taijun retracted her hand that was about to pick up some food.

Just as she was about to speak, Hai Yanqing stepped hard on her foot. The pain made her grit her teeth and look at Hai Yanqing angrily.

"Mom! Don't mess with her!" Hai Yanqing warned in a low voice.

He really couldn't figure out what his mother was trying to do. Normally, she was not such a difficult person to talk to, so why was she so sarcastic today?

"Oh," Hai Lao Taijun put down her chopsticks, squinted her eyes, and said, "In such a big princess mansion, there is not even a basin of ice cubes to cool down? My son, if you come to live here, you will suffer!"

As he said this, he pinched Hai Yanqing with his backhand, making him grimace but he didn't dare to make a sound, he could only rub it secretly.

"That's perfect. I'm very poor here, and it would be hard for you to come here. Why don't you just not come here and suffer? Isn't that perfect?"

An Huanyan was not affected by her at all and ate very happily.

Hai Lao Taijun also picked up the chopsticks. Teng Xi hurriedly served her the dishes. She casually replied, "Is the royal family's vision so narrow? I don't know if they learned the simple style of the concubine in the harem, but they are so stingy and miserly. It makes people laugh!"

"What did you say!"

An Huanyan clapped her chopsticks, and Hai Lao Taijun was so scared that her hands shook and the chopsticks fell to the ground.

"What are you doing? I was just teasing you, why do you have to make such a fuss about throwing chopsticks? You are so petty!"

Ebi Taijun continued eating with disdain.

"Mom, if you keep talking nonsense I'll be angry!" Hai Yanqing's face didn't look good either.

Her mother must be crazy to mock An Huanyan's own mother, the Queen, in front of her!

He could only try his best to control the situation which was about to get out of control.

"You kid!" Lady Hai put a piece of lion's head into his bowl and said nonchalantly, "Why are you so mean? You have such a bad temper. I don't know who you learned it from. We don't have anyone like that in our family!"

Hai Yanqing was stunned. Who did you learn this from? What does it mean?

An Huanyan clenched her fists and slowly stood up. Hai Lao Taijun looked at her in confusion. The next second, An Huanyan took a breath and overturned the table with a "Hey!"

In an instant, the bowls, plates, cups and chopsticks collided with each other, and the soup inside spilled out.

"Now, do you know who you learned from?" An Huanyan asked word by word.

“Ah——” There were vegetables all over Hai Lao Taijun’s body, and a vermicelli was hanging on her head. She looked like a mess.

Hai Yanqing dodged to the side with his Qinggong skills, looked at his mother who was screaming, and said angrily: "I told you not to mess with her..."