Ever since Ping'er learned that her beloved lover had a girl he liked, she lost her appetite and spent day and night worrying about what was wrong with her and why she was not worthy of him.

Unable to resist the urge to compare herself with others, the little palace maid took advantage of her break from duty and dragged her sisters to the most desolate corner of the palace.

The Cold Palace is located in the northeast corner of the imperial palace. It has been forgotten for many years and has almost no popularity.

Ping'er and the other person lowered their heads, deliberately avoiding the guards who were patrolling the road, and were about to turn at the corner.

Suddenly she stopped, and the palace maid she was pulling looked forward in confusion, following her gaze.

There should have been no one on the other side of the long corridor, but now, a handsome guard with a sword on his waist was blocking the door to a cold palace.

Yan Shiwei is handsome and has a dignified and outstanding appearance.

The younger sisters had naturally met Guard Yan and knew that he was the man Pingping had a secret crush on.

At first, Pingping listened to what the sister on duty said, and she didn't want to believe it from the bottom of her heart.

Now, he stared blankly at the woman standing next to the man.

The women who entered the palace after going through layers of selection, even the maids who served as servants, were all of good looks.

From a distance, the woman's appearance was certainly not bad, but it was not good either. At best, she had delicate features.

Pingping couldn't help but compare them on the spot, and thought about the woman's thin eyebrows, medium-sized almond eyes, small nose, and small mouth.

It's not that she thinks too highly of herself, that woman is no match for her in any way.

Guard Yan gave him a cold look, and it was hard to tell from a distance.

The two people who were secretly looking over could easily guess the man's gentle whispers, but in fact, things were not as they thought at all.

What Yan Junlin really likes and thinks about is not the woman in front of him.

"Ms. Meng'er, has Miss Yu'er's illness gotten better?"

"I specially brought some nourishing red dates, brown sugar, and other nutritious foods from outside the palace. Miss Meng'er, please take the trouble to prepare some for Miss Yu'er to nourish her body."

As the man spoke, he couldn't wait to hand over the basket in his hand.

Meng'er knew what was inside without having to think about it. She glanced at Guard Yan who was staring at the door behind her without blinking.

He was so eager that he seemed to want to stare a hole in the door, and his enthusiasm made him lose all trace of his calmness in front of outsiders.

Meng'er knew that if she hadn't stopped him, the man would probably have been ungentlemanly and would have pushed the door open and rushed into the house to see the beauty he was obsessed with, regardless of the differences between men and women.

Meng'er was annoyed by the guard's stubborn attitude and wished she could just take his things and tell him to get out. She took the basket he handed her.

She impatiently told the person to get out of here and not to bother her.

"Master Yan, you are too polite. Yu'er and I are like sisters, so why would you bother me?"

My sister and I are the closest relatives, you are nothing.

"Or you see, I have to go back to take care of Yu'er, you..."

If you know what’s good for you, get out of here right away.

Guard Yan was reluctant to leave and didn't want to go at all.

Yu'er has been sick and bedridden for the past two days. He is so obsessed with missing her that he stays by the door all the time.

Like a watchdog, it seems that if it only hesitates a little, its owner will come out of the door, and then it will wag its tail to flatter its owner and beg for a little charity.

I looked at it again and again, and whenever I thought of the beautiful woman I had been thinking about, she was sick and lying sick in bed.

The white jade-like face flushed bright red, and the man's heart broke immediately.

She was disgusted by the slow pace of the man, which delayed her from returning to take care of the sick beauty. She rolled her eyes in impatience, but kept a gentle smile on her face.

"Master Yan, please go back soon. I can't afford to delay any longer. I have to go back to take care of Yu'er. She can't leave me alone now. Don't you know that I have to go back to serve tea and water..."

Yu'er couldn't live without her in her words, and the man didn't think much about it.

Afraid that he had delayed her from returning to take care of him, the man wished he could take her place and personally take care of the sick beauty.

However, she also knew that her identity was not in line with the rules. Even though she was extremely reluctant, after hesitating for a moment, the man still left.

This reluctant look was seen by the other two people.

Ping'er looked coldly at the gifts the man had given her. After she saw the palace maid enter, the door remained closed for a long time.

The man standing by the corridor slowly left. Ping'er's eyes were red, and she felt hatred and jealousy in her heart. At this time, her friend next to her spoke unconsciously.

"I'm afraid this person is the palace maid named Yu'er. I heard from the palace maids on duty that Guard Yan has been coming to the cold palace whenever he has time these days. I guess it's because of her."

The palace maid had never seen Yu'er, but had heard her name.

Now, when he saw Guard Yan speaking affectionately to that woman, he didn't think much about it and assumed that this woman was Yu'er.

"Yu'er! Yu'er!"

Ping'er, filled with jealousy and hatred, chewed the name in her mouth so hard that it seemed as if she wanted to tear the person alive in the next second.

When a courtship is rejected, love will inevitably turn into hate, not to mention that the man actually treats her coldly for a woman who is inferior to him in every way.

Pingping was so angry that she stared at the closed door coldly for a long time, and finally said hatefully.

"This pair of bastards, they've insulted me so much and yet they still dream of living together? They're dreaming!"

The palace maid who accompanied Pingping listened to her jealous words.

Then he turned around and saw her ferocious face filled with jealousy and hatred. He covered his mouth in fear and was unable to speak.

The cold palace is quite large, but it is deserted.

Meng'er walked into the kitchen carrying a basket from the big yard with surprisingly fast steps.

Thinking of her friend who was resting in the room due to a cold, she lit the fire, boiled water and cooked soup in one go. After a while, Meng'er hurried into the house carrying the cooked sweet soup.

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