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A warm tatami mat.
Sweet tea.
Many out-of-season fruits.
Mianmian and Brother Chong were settled in this room, drinking tea and eating snacks and fruit.
The room was also piled with some books.
Mianmian felt that the room's furnishings seemed somewhat familiar.
For some reason, it felt like the hotel guesthouse she had run in Jingzhou.
At first, she thought the grandmother with the beaded necklace was some kind of nanny, but now it seemed she was the mistress.
It was rare to see a woman of this age with such a good figure in this era.
For commoners of this age, they would already be worn out beyond recognition from hard work. Forget about figure, even standing up straight and walking would be difficult.
If it were a noble lady, due to multiple childbirths, prolonged sitting, and lack of exercise, they would easily become pot-bellied, their figures completely distorted.
In any case, this was a cruel era for women. Even if you were a noble lady, after giving birth to so many children and losing your figure, losing yourself, you still had to smile and allow your husband to take concubines, sending him fresh and beautiful young women.
There were also rebellious women who didn't bear children and maintained their figures, but they would always be criticized.
In short, to live to this age and still be so carefree and daring, she was no ordinary person.
Mianmian even wondered if she might be a fellow time-traveler.
However, in their conversation, it seemed she wasn't, as she didn't get Mianmian's references.
When the grandmother finished tidying up and came out.
Oh wow!
A great beauty.
And a great beauty with facial tattoos at that!
With tattoos, you definitely can't get fat or thin, because if you do, the tattoos will stretch or shrink, changing the pattern, making it look like a mess, very ugly.
Getting a patch of tattoos on your face probably shouldn't be called a tattoo, face painting?
Watching Mianmian continuously act up.
Wondering if revealing his identity would save them from death at the hands of the Princess Royal.
Had his father finished kowtowing in the underworld? Did his head hurt?
"Grandmother, are you really a princess? Grandmother, you're so nice. My father told me to go out as little as possible in the Capital City. There are too many important people, and you have to kneel and bow all the time, it's not good."
Princess Huiyun had been thinking of kicking this child out, she was really getting a headache.
She remembered the Crown Prince's son was a very well-behaved child.
She didn't expect his daughter to have such a lively personality.
But hearing these words, her heart softened again.
Was this what the Crown Prince instructed before he died?
You are the Crown Prince's daughter, you don't need to kneel or bow to anyone when you go out.
She couldn't help but reach out to pat her head.
Then she saw her smoothly twist her body, escaping her hand.
"Grandmother, don't pat my head. Father and Brother all like to pat my head, they've made my hair thin."
Princess Huiyun raised an eyebrow and looked at her hair, which did seem a bit sparse.
She felt like laughing.
Then she heard the little brat say: "If you keep patting, it'll be as thin as grandmother's hair."
Princess Huiyun's face froze again.
...... Kick her out, kick her out......
Princess Huiyun felt this little brat was born to torment her o(╥_╥)o.
How could there be a child whose every word was so unpleasant to hear?
Every sentence was a stab to the heart.
What had she done wrong?
"Stay for lunch." After saying this, Princess Huiyun fled in panic. If she didn't leave, she was afraid she would grab this little brat, lift her up, slam her on the ground, lift her up again, slam her down again......
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