"Sister Yan, I... I'm your mother, you beg Princess Mingzhu to let her spare me this time." Although Mrs. Ji was begging, she still looked ashamed.
In fact, it doesn't matter to Luo Liyan whether she puts it down or not.
Leaving aside the enmity between her and the original owner, just because she dragged herself off the bed, they still have to settle the debt.
"Mrs. Ji, my biological mother is Princess Helun, and you are just a stepmother. If my father married someone else, my nominal mother would naturally be someone else."
Luo Liyan's words were like a slap in the face, slapping Mrs. Ji's face hard.
She was angry and hated, her eyes were ferocious, as if she wanted to tear Luo Liyan apart.
It's a pity that if it was the original owner, she might be frightened by her appearance, but the more she looked like this, the more Luo Liyan felt that he couldn't give her any chance to stand up.
This time, with the help of Princess Mingzhu, it is not a good thing to get rid of her directly, Luo Liyan has no reason to stop her.
Although it is said that a stepmother is still a stepmother after marrying in, her foundation is not stable, so she is easier to deal with than Mrs. Ji.
"Well, my cousin thinks clearly. How can our royal family recognize some cats and dogs as relatives." Su Shurong nodded in satisfaction, and then the two hidden guards dragged Mrs. Ji away without saying a word. go out.
Everyone trotted along immediately.
Luo Liyan was supported to stand up, and then called another personal servant girl to fetch water for herself, and not only picked out her clothes slowly, but also changed directly.
It's just that as soon as the jacket was taken off, I felt that the probing gaze behind me seemed to become more fiery.
She turned her head and looked at Yi Shurong curiously, "Cousin, why is your face so red?"
Taking two steps forward, Luo Liyan pointed her toes, trying to stick her hand on it.
But Yi Shurong immediately took two steps back, her cat-like eyes were filled with a cold and distant light, "My cousin was so unrestrained when she was ill."
Hearing this, Luo Liyan smiled so much that her brows and eyes curled up, feeling that although her cousin was extremely arrogant, she was a little dumbfounded.
"We are both girls and relatives. There is nothing to avoid." She lowered her head halfway, and her chin, which was looming, outlined a soft and beautiful line.
Yi Shurong didn't touch Zhu's lips, but pressed them into a straight line, and suddenly her slender fingers gently clasped her shoulders.
The cold touch made Luo Liyan shudder uncontrollably, and quickly held her hand, "Cousin, why are your hands so cold, is it too cold?"
Luo Liyan wrapped her hand into his own little one, rubbed it lightly, and then let out another breath.
"My cousin is much thinner than me, and you can't wear my dress, why don't you wear a cloak. I made a new Hongfeng's cloak a while ago. Although the fabric embroidery is not high-quality, Hongfeng still has it. It's something new, I don't know if my cousin will dislike it." She raised her head slightly and looked at Yi Shurong eagerly.
That slightly pale little face was full of sincerity.
This made Yi Shurong unable to say anything if she wanted to refuse.
Her slender and fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she said: "Since it's my cousin's embroiderer, let's take a look."