Although these words were not pleasant to hear, they sounded more beautiful than any music to the prince's ears. He grinned excitedly and laughed silently, then hugged An Qingran in his arms and kissed her regardless...

The memories ended. An Qingran looked at the prince sitting there staring at her. Her face became hot. Since the first night, he came to see her almost every day. An Qingran wondered how good his kung fu was that he could come here without being discovered.

"Who are you thinking about? The prince is sitting right in front of you, and you are still distracted..." He walked to An Qingran like a little boy and gently pulled her plump earrings.

An Qingran smiled helplessly: "How could I think of others..."

"That's right. Next time Dongfang Run comes, you can talk to him through the door, or don't see him at all." Dongfang Jin mentioned Dongfang Run again. It seemed that he had not gotten over this hurdle in his heart.

"Does my relationship with the prince mean that I lose all my freedom?" An Qingran finally raised her eyebrows and fought back.

Dongfang Jin just smiled.

An Qingran didn't know that men's jealousy was so strong.

"It seems the answer is yes..." An Qingran sighed helplessly.

"Yes, I am jealous of Dongfang Run. Will you be happier if I admit it?" Dongfang Jin simply became thick-skinned. "Who wants other men to covet my woman? Do you want to see other women seducing me?"

"Seduction? Why does it sound so unpleasant?" Although An Qingran said it unpleasantly, he thought about it and realized that if someone really seduced him, he would not be too happy in his heart.

The next morning, An Qingran got up very early. Although her face was disfigured, she still had to do what she had to do.

Of course, the most important thing every day is to go see Mingchen.

Mingchen already knew his sister. When he saw An Qingran, he flapped his little hands like wings, making An Qingran laugh uncontrollably. Holding him in his arms, An Mingchen began to constantly pull at An Qingran's clothes, sometimes pulling her earrings. An Qingran screamed in pain, and Lian Jinyu came to rescue her children. Later, when An Qingran came to see her brother, she didn't wear earrings to avoid being hurt by him.

"Hello, mother. Hello, sister." A voice came from the door. It was An Yanran and An Mingxuan standing there to greet Lian Jinyu.

When Lian Jinyu thinks about what happened to their mother, she sometimes feels sympathetic. If Lian Jinrong had not done so many evil things, she would have pleaded for her and saved her life.

Now, Jin Yu felt pity for her two children: "Come here, Mingxuan, what happened to your forehead? Why is there a bruise?"

Lian Jinyu examined it carefully.

"Mother, I fell to the ground and hit my head last night..." An Mingxuan looked very obedient.

An Yanran also walked forward obediently, looked at An Mingchen, and teased him, "Brother, brother...what kind of powder does sister use? She smells so good."

She tried to please An Qingran.

An Qingran was alert in her heart. She once told her mother to be careful of An Yanran, but her mother just said that An Yanran was young and didn't know anything, and she had no mother, so she was pitiful, so she continued to treat them well.

An Qingran sometimes thought that maybe hatred could be dissolved with love, but she still believed in her intuition and felt that she would not change.

But he couldn't let her down, so he smiled and said, "I don't have any powder. It's probably because of the medicine I took. There are some fragrance-enhancing ingredients in it. I don't know if it works or not."

"Sister, your complexion seems to be better. It seems that the imperial physician's medicine is effective. I really hope that sister gets better soon." There was sincerity in An Yanran's voice.

"I'm afraid it won't get better." An Qingran sighed.

An Yanran heard this and said: "Sister, you can ask Master Kong to treat it. He may have some ideas."

"Thank you, I will." An Qingran said simply.

She is so concerned, probably because she wants to know whether she can be okay.

"As long as Mingchen doesn't dislike me as his sister, it doesn't matter if I'm disfigured. It will probably save a lot of trouble. Don't you think so?" An Qingran said to little Mingchen.

An Yanran stepped back awkwardly, walked aside and sat down quietly.

Lian Jinyu felt sorry for her and said, "Yanran, tell your mother if you have any problems in the future..."

"Yes, mother. The day after tomorrow is my aunt's 37th day. My brother and I want to go and keep vigil for her."

"Going to the ancestral tomb? That's not possible. You two are young, and there are only two people guarding the tomb in that desolate mountain. I don't agree." Lian Jinyu shook his head.

"If mother is really worried, we can take a few servants with us..." An Yanran's eyes were filled with tears, "I will be careful."

"Well...then I'll discuss it with your father when he comes back." Lian Jinyu was a little hesitant.

An Qingran felt cold in her heart. If a person does something wrong, he must bear the corresponding consequences.

She didn't sympathize with Lian Jinrong at all.

She could deal with me, but she actually dared to attack my brother.

An Qingran's feelings for An Mingchen have transcended those of a sibling. She looked at him, thinking of her child who would never be born, and hatred rose in her heart again. An Mingchen seemed to sense something and began to reach out to pull at her veil. An Qingran dodged his little hand, but looking at his expression, she found it amusing and couldn't help laughing.

There was a hint of coldness in An Yanran's eyes. She killed her own mother. If it wasn't for the thing on her face, how could her mother have died? She also heard that she was the one who personally supervised her mother's execution. Her hatred for her was even deeper. But now she was alone and weak, and had no way to resist. She had to wait for her to find an opportunity.

However, the fact that she was disfigured made her feel a little better.

I hope she will stay ugly for the rest of her life. She has done so many bad things that she is disfigured.

She believed her mother, and if she said she didn't do it, then she didn't do it.

Maybe it was the woman herself who did it.

An Yanran looked at her in front of her, filled with hatred, and wished she could stab her to death with a knife.

Beiyuan.

The old lady was lying there, Fang was sitting down below her, drinking tea and chatting with her: "Aunt, I heard that An Qingran's face hasn't healed yet, but she doesn't care at all. You see, she is so young, yet she is not surprised by praise or criticism. It's rare."

The old lady also nodded: "Speaking of this granddaughter, now I can only use the word admiration, but it's a pity that her face is gone."

Fang hesitated for a moment and said, "A woman like this is extremely intelligent and will definitely bring good luck to her husband. With her support, the family business will surely prosper."

"That's true." The old lady spoke incoherently. She was very surprised by Lian Jinrong's death. She had originally held out hope for her, hoping that she could defeat Lian Jinyu, but she didn't expect that she would be gone so soon. Life is really unpredictable.