Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême - Chapitre 302
It works so well, just as well as I do, hehe, hehe, I'm still the most important, I love that I'm the most important person in the whole world, haha, no matter who blocks my path to wealth, they all have to die! Those two idiots are no exception! Hahaha! : I, Hu Hansan, am back!
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"Perhaps His Majesty is experiencing a temporary setback."
You quack! You're the one who's disappointed! My throat hurts, okay? I've been awake for so long and not a single person has brought me water!
Disappointed?
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"It's alright, you can go now!"
"Your Majesty, I take my leave!"
[Beauty's Smile: Chapter 120]
“Yi…”
Actually, even after waking up, it wasn't fun at all. It wasn't as fun as I imagined. How can it be fun when there's only one person next to you? Sigh.
"Yi, do you want to go for a walk?"
Qianqing, you're so annoying!
“Yi…”
How old am I? That's the most hurtful question. Back then, I was a beautiful young girl, but now?
She's such a spinster! Ugh! Ugh!
"Yi, what are you thinking about? Why are you always sighing?"
I look up at the sky, speechless. My youth, who will compensate me for my youth!
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Attendant to the Crown Prince's Palace --
Ao Ao felt increasingly uneasy and tugged at his gluttonous younger sister, asking, "Has something happened? Otherwise, why hasn't Daddy come looking for us yet?"
Qianqian stuffed a handful of sweet cake into her mouth and mumbled, "Daddy is injured, but he's definitely not dead."
Ao Ao lowered her round little head, staring into her round eyes as she asked, "What—what did you say?"
"Father has the morning court session, so he'll be fine."
Ao Ao raised his head, his small face clouded with worry; he still felt something was wrong.
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"Is Qianqian full?" The servant came in, wiped the stains from the corners of Qianqian's mouth, and casually put a pretty butterfly hairpin in her hair.
Qianqian shook her head curiously, the new hair accessory on her head jingling, the crisp sound making her giggle.
The servant looked at her affectionately: "If Qianqian likes it, take it."
Qianqian's small eyes immediately lit up as she said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
The servant pinched her little nose and joked, "No need to thank me, everything here is yours."
"Giggle--giggle--"
Ao Ao looked at her younger sister with worry, her mind filled with thoughts of her father.
The maidservant looked at the silent Ao Ao, unsure how to approach the little boy. "Ao Ao—"
Ao Ao lowered her head and ignored him. Since he wouldn't reply anyway, why bother looking at her? Although she wasn't annoying, he didn't like her either. He only liked his father and mother.
The Crown Prince's attendant didn't care about Ao Ao's attitude. Everyone in the palace knew that Ao Ao didn't like to talk. "Ao Ao, would you like to learn calligraphy from the First Prince?"
Ao Ao counted on his fingers as he waited for his younger sister to finish eating.
"The Crown Prince praised Ao Ao for her improved handwriting yesterday."
Ao Ao glanced sideways at his younger sister, who was still eating: "My calligraphy was taught by my father."
"Does Ao Ao want to take a calligraphy class with the First Prince?"
No, I want the Grand Tutor to teach me. My father says the Grand Tutor's calligraphy is a model. But he doesn't know what a model is either, though he's sure it means something very, very good.
The servant abandoned his attempt to please him and turned back to chat and laugh with Qianqian.
Yingying entered, accompanied by her maid. The outline of her needlework was already visible in her hands: "This humble woman greets Your Highness the Crown Prince."
When the Crown Prince saw his beloved daughter, his smile softened even more: "Yingying."
She gracefully curtsied, already displaying the quiet serenity of a young girl: "Your daughter has been away for many days; please forgive me, Your Majesty."
The prince looked at her affectionately and said, "Little girl, you've grown up and are now going to argue with me about words."
Yingying smiled shyly, her gaze falling on Qianqian, and she exclaimed with delight, "Qianqian is here too."
Qianqian ran happily to her, her sticky little hands hugging Yingying's waist: "Sister Yingying, Qianqian missed you so much." Sister Yingying was so good to her, she would teach her to speak and she would never laugh at her stuttering.
"Little Qianqian, did you come alone? Didn't your father accompany you?" Yingying looked around expectantly, eager to see her father and show him her newly learned needlework.