The person who spoke was not someone else, but Ling'er herself.
To the housekeeper, this sound was like the sound of nature.
I originally thought she was dead, but I didn't expect the prince to say this. It seems that there is still hope for the future.
"My lord, I am really wronged. I have always been loyal to you. Please do not listen to the slander of those bitches. I beg you to stand up for me. Wuuuu..." Seeing that the soldiers stopped their actions, the housekeeper started crying again, which made people feel irritated.
Yaer was also nervous at this moment.
He was afraid of this. If the prince did not deal with it thoroughly, he and the young master might not be able to survive in this palace in the future.
Lan Ling, who had been standing silently by the side, looked askance from the beginning to the end, and did not look directly at Ling'er. But out of the corner of his eye, he was always paying attention to every change in Ling'er's expression. For some reason, since the last time the prince came back, the feeling she gave people had completely changed.
In the past, she would never care about such trivial matters. Even if she wanted to care, she would ask him to obey her request. And every time she saw him, her eyes were always on him with lustful eyes.
But now, she has been here for such a long time, but she has never looked at me. Instead, she pays more attention to Yaer...
Perhaps, she has lost interest in him. In comparison, Yaer is indeed much more obedient than himself. At least, he would not directly say words that dislike the prince.
But... How could the prince be so fickle? I don't know why, but I feel a little disappointed.
Lan Ling seemed to have forgotten how much he hated this prince in the past.
However, he was also nervous at the moment because he was worried about Yaer.
If the prince lets this housekeeper go today, Yaer will probably not see the sunrise tomorrow.
what to do…
Just when everyone was having different thoughts, Ling'er spoke again.
In fact, she paused for so long on purpose, wanting the indifferent young master beside her to also enjoy the tense feeling.
It seems that he doesn't care about anything.
At least, he still cares about the life of his little servant.
Alas, sometimes it is not good to be too arrogant. As a person, you must learn to be flexible. You must know how to compromise and not just think about yourself. No matter what kind of emotion you have, if you insist on it too much, it will become an obsession.
"Take her to the backyard first, and call all the servants and stewards in the mansion to gather in the yard." Although she would not stay in Prince Yun's mansion for long, she had to do something since she was here.
Besides, maybe Shangguan Yunxiao is really a relative of mine...
"Yes, my lord, I will do it right away."
Ling'er turned around and said to Ya'er, "Ya'er, take your son home to apply medicine and treat your injuries. If you want to watch the fun, go to the backyard." Her tone was flat, without any extra emotion, as if it was just a routine, and extremely indifferent. After she finished speaking, Zimou finally glanced at Lan Ling, who was standing aside with a sad face, and then stood up and went to the backyard.
The moment Ling'er's eyes fell on Lan Ling's face, he instantly felt the temperature of his face rise and his heartbeat quickened, as if it was a gift he had been looking forward to for a long time, making his heart leap with joy.
However, she only glanced at him, without staying for long, and left without any regrets...
Why, why is this happening.
Lan Ling was stunned. Could it be that there was something wrong with his appearance
My hand unconsciously stretched out and moved mechanically towards my face, trying to touch my face to see if it looked haggard.
"Young Master? Young Master!" Yaer's voice brought Lan Ling back to reality.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Yaer called you for a long time, but you didn't respond?" Yaer gently supported Lan Ling's arm, her little face full of anxiety, "Master, are you feeling unwell? If you feel unwell, you must tell Yaer, don't scare Yaer!"
Looking at Yaer's anxious face, Lan Ling pulled the corners of his mouth and drew a bitter smile, "Yaer, I'm fine, let's go to the backyard."
Lan Ling tried to stand up, but as soon as he exerted force, he fell down again.
"ah!"
"Master!" Seeing Lan Ling fall again, Ya'er felt very distressed. Master has suffered a lot since coming to the palace. "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I just kept this position for too long and my legs are numb, it's okay."
"Then Yaer will help you rub it."
A pair of small hands were immediately placed on Lan Ling's legs, kneading them gently, and asking while kneading, "Young Master, how is it? Is the force strong? Do you feel better?" In fact, massage is also a very strenuous job. After just a few kneadings, crystal sweat stains oozed out of Yaer's forehead.
"Okay, it's okay, Ya'er's hand strength is just right, let's go." For Lan Ling, Ya'er is his only relative in this palace. Therefore, he can not care about himself, but he can not care about Ya'er. Even though, he is just a little servant.
He helped Lan Ling up with great effort and slowly moved towards the backyard.
"Sir, you have so many scratches. Let's go back to the room and apply some medicine. Didn't the prince tell us to go back and apply some medicine?"
Yes, she said, go back and apply the medicine.
They've already let you go back, why do you still have to get close to them? Aren't you asking for trouble
As he walked, he thought, and the bitter smile on his face gradually deepened.
It's true that things change over time. He used to despise Shangguan Yunxiao, but now, it's Shangguan Yunxiao who despises him.
Humph, she's just a stupid nymphomaniac. What right does she have to look down on me
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Lan Ling didn't realize that he was just being jealous and dissatisfied. In the end...
"Hmph, forget it, we won't go, let's go back to the room and apply the medicine!" Why did you run over to let her see, what's so good about her, why don't you go. (To be continued)