Rebirth of Her Royal Highness the Princess

"Sister Mengya, when you marry my eldest brother, you will be my sister-in-law." Hua Xiulan smiled coquettishly, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents. She gently took Mengya's hand and said earnestly, "Then we will be a family. If you need any help, just ask. Don't be polite to your sister!"

After hearing what Hua Xiulan said, Mengya's face flushed with shyness. She lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you, Sister Xiulan." A warm feeling surged in her heart, and her original worries and confusion about her future married life were alleviated a lot.

Hua Xiulan seemed to see what Mengya was thinking. She patted Mengya on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't worry, my eldest brother is a gentle and considerate man. He will definitely treat you well. And as long as I am here, I will never let anyone bully you!" When she said the last sentence, Hua Xiulan's eyes revealed determination and confidence.

Looking at Hua Xiulan's sincere smile and concerned eyes, Mengya nodded, her heart full of expectations for the future...

After chatting for a while, Jun Moli suddenly looked into the distance, as if he remembered something important, and then he said to everyone with an apologetic look: "I'm so sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have some urgent matters to deal with, so I can't continue chatting with you." After that, he left in a hurry.

Looking at Jun Moli's receding back, Chu Yu shook her head helplessly, thinking that this person was really a busy man. Then, she turned around and found that she was the only one left, and the two princesses were not far ahead.

There was no other way. Since she had already agreed to accompany them to visit the garden, she had to bite the bullet and do it. So Chu Yu took a deep breath and followed the two princesses.

"Princess, please walk slower!" Chuntao, who was standing by, hurriedly caught up, approached her master cautiously, and said in a low voice, "The concubine is still lagging behind." As she spoke, she glanced at the figure that was getting farther and farther away not far behind her, and a trace of worry rose in her heart.

"Sister Yu'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go back to Xianyin Pavilion and rest for a while?" Hua Xiulan looked at the woman in front of her with concern, her eyes full of worry. She gently stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the other's forehead, but seemed a little hesitant, and finally put her hand down.

Seeing this, Chu Yu was secretly delighted and immediately displayed her superb acting skills. Her originally straight back was slightly bent, as if she was knocked down by an invisible pressure. Her steps also became staggering, and every step she took seemed extremely difficult, as if she would fall to the ground at any time.

At the same time, Chu Yu's face turned pale as paper, bloodless. She frowned tightly, and her lips trembled slightly, making people worry that she would faint in the next second. Her originally bright eyes also lost their luster at this moment, becoming dull and lifeless, as if she was in great pain.

In order to make her performance more realistic, Chu Yu deliberately covered her chest with her hands and coughed a few times. These coughs sounded extremely weak, as if her heart and lungs had been seriously damaged. Her breathing also became rapid, making people feel that she was on the verge of life and death.

"Someone, send Madam Chu back to Xianyin Pavilion. Sister Yu'er, you should have a good rest."