Everyone looked at Qin Ye with confusion. Long Aotian? Who is Long Aotian?

Qin Ye wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully. He had read too many scripts during this period and was so immersed in the plays that he even forgot about eating.

"I'm full. Everyone, take your time. Don't be in a hurry."

He took two sips of tea to rinse his mouth, stood up, held his waist, and walked leisurely.

Qin Shuang stared: "?"

Just leave like that?

Her father was still sitting there, and she, a junior, just walked away like that without caring about anyone?

How can this be possible?

She slammed the table and stood up, about to get angry, but An pursed her lips and sighed faintly:

"Hey, Master, please don't bother with Xiao Ye. She is pregnant now and has a bad temper. If something doesn't go her way and affects the baby in her belly, the Emperor will probably blame her if he finds out."

Qin Shuang's words were on the tip of his tongue, but he held them back.

Qin Zuoxiang has been in the officialdom for many years, so he naturally would not lose his temper over such a small family matter. He did not show his emotions, but just nodded lightly:

"Let her be."

An turned her head again, looked at Madam Qin, and said with a smile:

"Madam, you should persuade the eldest lady to marry the right person if she meets him. After all, her situation is special and she can't be as picky as before."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. Qin's expression changed immediately.

This is clearly trampling!

Everyone knows that Qin Hongluan has been married. Although the news that has been released claims that her reputation is innocent, what man in the world would be willing to marry a married woman?

An was clearly criticizing Qin Hongluan in disguise. The former most beautiful woman in the imperial capital had now become a slut.

Madam Qin looked at An with a cold gaze:

"It's not your turn to decide these matters!"

Take care of yourself!

An blinked her eyes, looking innocent: "I am also thinking about the Madam... I know it is not easy to raise a child, but the eldest daughter's hand is broken like this. It's a pity that she can't write or draw in the future... Alas, fortunately my two daughters are well-behaved and obedient, and they didn't grow up crooked."

"you!"

Mrs. Qin stood up suddenly, very angry.

Relying on the support of his two daughters, he dared to show off in front of her, the mistress of the house.

hateful!

"I'm sorry, I may have said something wrong. Miss is so well behaved, she will definitely have a good future. True love doesn't care about the other person's past and experience."

"you!!"

"That's enough, eat!"

Qin Zuoxiang shouted coldly, looking at the two women who were quarreling like roosters. In front of outsiders, do you still want to save the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion?

How can you quarrel like this? Where is your composure?

An was smiling, she was happy having won the argument.

Mrs. Qin sat back with a very bad look on her face, looking extremely gloomy.

Qin Hongluan, who was being discussed and ridiculed by them, sat there quietly, her eyes calm and without any waves. She lowered her head to eat the rice in the bowl, and her crippled index finger joint was casually rubbing the chopsticks.

Elegant, yet calm, steady, yet unpredictable...

Outside.

After having eaten and drunk his fill, Qin Ye stretched his body and walked to the front of the team from Prince Chen's Mansion. The eight servants had their hands full of take-away boxes of various sizes.

All of these were bought by Qin Ye.

Clothes, jewelry, candies, snacks, toys, everything is available.

"Come on, let's continue shopping."

After being locked up in Prince Chen's Mansion for almost a month, she needed to vent.

"Princess, they are still eating. Would it be bad if we leave first?" Yun Ying asked.

"What's wrong with that? They didn't sincerely invite me to dinner. At most, they used the opportunity of the reunion dinner to get along with King Chen and win him over. These are all political issues."

well.

Looking at this strange yet familiar mansion, she stroked her slightly bulging belly, sighed, and looked up at the sky.

My dear mother, where are you!