Chapter 20

Ning Lan, standing outside the gate of Wanxi palace, took a deep breath. She didn't know how to face her mother imperial concubine. Mother imperial concubine, I'm afraid she already knows? Has she lost her mind about such a big thing? Have you been crying secretly there? It must be her fault for not discussing with her and being good at making opinions!

Who knows her mother better than her? Although she knew that she might avoid the marriage if she didn't stand up, how clear she was that it would happen sooner or later! Although her father didn't explicitly point out that she should be married, however... She is indeed the best candidate. Shu Wan's scene of looking for life and death is not just for her father?

Now that the dust has settled, everything is a foregone conclusion. There is no need to worry more. People live. Where there is power, there is no blue sky.

When Huajing saw Ning Lan coming in, she immediately came forward and saluted respectfully and said, "my maid knocks at the princess."

Ning Lan glanced lightly and said, "get up!"

"Princess Xie." Huajing said and stood up slowly.

Ning Lan asked suspiciously, "where's your mother?"

Huajing whispered, "tell the princess that my mother is in poor health and has a rest on her couch. My mother... Hasn't eaten yet."

Ning lanning raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "well, let's go down."

The maids and Huajing immediately replied, "yes."

Ning Lan looked at Huajing and said, "wait, go and cook a bowl of lotus seed soup."

"Yes." Huajing answered and left quickly.

Ning Lan walks into Wanxi palace and looks at the familiar grass, wood, table, chair and stool... Everything here has been with her since she was born and grew up together. How unfamiliar?

Once the laughter seemed to be still in my ears, so familiar and so far away!

Emperor, don't be rude... Emperor, people are good at first... Emperor

Ning Lan went to the bed in the bedroom and whispered, "mother imperial concubine, my son's minister, send you greetings." the Xi imperial concubine who was lying on the bed only looked at her. Ning Lan turned her back to her and wept gently on her side.

"Mother imperial concubine, it's all the bad children's ministers. Please forgive the unfilial children's ministers!"

Huajing came slowly with a bowl of lotus seed soup. The aroma of lotus seeds was pleasant. Ning Lan reached out and took the lotus seed soup in Huajing's hand, gently waved, and Huajing, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly stepped back.

Ning Lan said softly to concubine Xi's back, "mother concubine, please eat something. Even if you are angry with your son and minister, you should take care of your body! Your son and Minister know you are wrong..."