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Xia Weilan gently raised her hand to receive the zucchini, and gently caressed it. The expression on her face seemed to be somewhat pleased with itself, and said in a slightly loud voice: "This is something that Grand Princess Ping Ning bestowed to me. I heard that it is even given to me by the late emperor."

"No wonder, no wonder Yue Er looked so handsome. So it was given to me by Grand Princess Ping Ning, that must be an extremely good item." Yue Er's eyes looked back and forth from the zucchini's body, as if she wanted to see enough of the zucchini.

"Alright, you can go now. I need to rest." Xia Weilan had already spoken, and looking at Yue Er's reluctant expression, she couldn't help but find it funny.

Until when Xia Weilan was the only one left in the room, she sat on the bed, and looked at the flickering candle light, revealing an unknown Smiling at the corner of her lips.

In the morning of the next day, when she had finished washing up, she was eating breakfast with a few servant girls waiting on the side. Xia Weilan looked around, but there were no Shadow s from Yue Er.

"Where's Yue Er?" Xia Weilan said indifferently. Even if she knew, she still asked.

The servants all looked at each other, and then one of them stood out and spoke respectfully with the body: "Reporting to Miss, we servants do not know either."

Xia Weilan's face did not waver, she did not doubt their words, because, at that moment, that person was probably...

Just as he was deep in his thoughts, the sound of footsteps came from not too far away in Lanxuan. It sounded like there were quite a few people there.

Xia Weilan understood in her heart, but there was no reaction when she heard the voice. She only continued to eat indifferently, until a group of people had already arrived in front of him.

"You … Why didn't you get up when you saw me!" Seeing Xia Weilan's casual look, it seemed as if he did not care about her, so thinking about it made her even angrier.

"Is Sisters wrong? I am the direct descendant, when will there ever be a noble body that would lower its head to a lowly one? Sisters, do you think so? " Xia Weilan laughed indifferently, she stopped what she was doing and raised her brown eyes to look at Xia Yuying.

"You!" Xia Yuying was immediately speechless, her face was flushed red and her chest was moving up and down, the current humiliation made her recall the feeling of rolling around uncontrollably yesterday.

"All of you, go down!" Xia Yuying fiercely glared at maidservant and bellowed, completely devoid of her pitiful look from before.

The few maidservant s were so frightened that they did not dare make a sound, but they were all people from Xia Weilan's house, so they still had to listen to their master.

Seeing how the few of them were looking at each other, but did not make a move, such a movement angered Xia Yuying even more. Just as she was about to explode, he heard a gentle female voice.

"Go down, Sisters and I will have a chat." Xia Weilan put down the chopsticks in his hands, folded his hands on her legs, and said with an indifferent and gentle tone.

"Yes, miss."

As Xia Yuying looked at these people retreating one by one, the anger in her heart did not dissipate. Instead, it grew even more.

Xia Yuying held in her anger of a whole belly, as if she was going to burst out from anger at any moment. But when Xia Weilan threw the dishes on the ground, she completely couldn't control her emotions, "You slut, look, I won't tear your mouth to shreds." She rushed out, but before she could say anything, her feet felt as if they stepped on something slippery.

"AHH!"

Seeing Xia Yuying's expression, she understood, this was a tactic that she liked to use, if you like it!

When the servant girl entered, she saw Xia Weilan sitting on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

Xia Yuying's headdress was already messed up. Sitting on the ground, she looked like a silly person, just like a shrew in a market.

Of course, the servants were the first to help Xia Weilan up, but they were first directed by Xia Weilan to help Xia Yuying up.

Seeing that there was someone helping him, Xia Yuying picked up the body and sat on a stool.

"Heh, don't you know what the situation is like? Is acting pitiful really useful?" Xia Yuying walked to the front of Xia Weilan in a condescending manner. Seeing her tears fall uncontrollably, Xia Yuying's heart seemed to have expanded infinitely.

Xia Weilan frowned, her lips pressed tightly together. She did not say a word, and only shed tears.

"Do you think that these maidservant can see your pitiful acting? And then help you? " Xia Yuying slightly lowered her body, her tone complacent, as her eyebrows lifted from the corner of her eyes.

Looks like this Xia Weilan is still as foolish as ever, truly, Xia Yuying thought innocently.

Then, without thinking, Xia Yuying glanced at the zucchini that was sitting in the woman's hair. Her heart moved slightly, and she reached out her hand towards Xia Weilan's head greedily.

Perhaps because he had sensed Xia Yuying's intention, or perhaps because he had sensed something else, Xia Weilan's body moved slightly, and dodged her hand.

Xia Yuying had calmed down a lot now, but seeing that Xia Weilan had dodged it, the anger in her heart flurried upwards. She grabbed onto Xia Weilan's hair and fiercely said: "Obediently, if you know what's good for you, hand the zucchini over!"

Xia Weilan was clawing his head so hard that it hurt, but she did not resist at all. She only bit her lips and shook his head with all her might.

Seeing Xia Weilan like this, she was really happy in her heart. Last night and just now, she had been tormented to the point that she didn't know how powerful this bitch was.

Thinking about this, Xia Yuying reached out her hand towards Xia Weilan's head, her other hand still tightly grabbing onto her hair.

Soon, soon! The pleasure in Xia Yuying's heart magnified, her face was originally somewhat sinister, and with the addition of this smile, it was even more terrifying.

"Stop!" Suddenly, an authoritative voice came from the doorway, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.