"Your son pays his respects to the Empress Dowager."
Jiang Ling bowed respectfully, her voice soft.
She is now a princess, and when facing the empress dowager, she can call herself "your son and subject", which also shows her closeness to the empress dowager.
Sitting on a sandalwood bed inlaid with gold and carved with patterns was a graceful old lady. A few strands of silver appeared in her hair, which was combed meticulously. She wore a sapphire blue headband inlaid with beads on her forehead, and no extra hair accessories.
Although his face looked a little haggard and pale, his eyes were still bright and he was talking gently to someone beside him.
Zhou Ning'an was sitting beside the bed. She was now four months pregnant and her belly was already slightly visible. Her slightly bulging belly made her crimson brocade skirt rise up a small arc, and her face looked gentle and amiable.
Jiang Ling also saluted her, then glanced at the woman sitting on the stool beside the bed, was slightly startled, and bowed his head: "Greetings, Princess Yunyi."
This was her first time meeting Princess Yunyi.
The Empress Dowager has always liked quietness and spends most of her time worshiping Buddha. There are not many concubines in the palace, so she is exempted from paying respects except on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month.
Jiang Ling only came to Xingqing Palace to pay her respects in a proper manner when she was conferred the title of Princess. She had never been here at other times. In addition, the princess was frail and sickly and seldom went out, so she naturally had no chance to meet Princess Yunyi.
Su Wantang turned his eyes to look at her twice, then lowered his head softly, "Sister Ling'er."
The voice is as gentle and pleasant as the spring breeze.
Jiang Ling showed concern for the Queen Mother in a few words, and behaved just right, being well-behaved, sensible and knowing the limits.
"Please sit down and talk to me." The Queen Mother looked kind and asked someone to bring a stool over.
Jiang Ling was a little surprised and quickly thanked him. He then sat down opposite Su Wantang and below Zhou Ning'an.
The Queen Mother was chatting with Zhou Ning'an, and she didn't want to interrupt, so she began to secretly look at Princess Yunyi.
She is petite and slender, wearing a light green dress that outlines her slender waist. The swaying gauze skirt adds a sense of lightness and haziness.
She wore her hair in a bun with a side parting, and her hair accessories were simple, with only a pair of light pink crabapple jade hairpins inserted diagonally, with tassels hanging down lightly, which was exquisite and beautiful.
The rest is nothing.
Perhaps he heard that the empress dowager had fainted, so he hurried over from the side hall.
According to Jiang Ling's observation, she seemed to have only drawn her eyebrows, a thin and shallow eyebrow that made her eyes look round and bright, her eyelashes were very long, her nose and lips were small and delicate, and her skin was fair and smooth.
Su Wantang sat on a low stool, legs together, body lithe, her eyes following the empress dowager, eyes filled with undisguised worry.
Her eyes are as clear as autumn water, as if she is crying and complaining, her figure is graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind.
Jiang Ling couldn't help but stare in amazement.
This is truly a delicate beauty.
However, after traveling through time for so long, Jiang Ling has become a little afraid of beauties.
After all, Shen Qingru and Chang Shu were both beauties, and even those minions who would jump out from time to time to make fun of her were all good-looking.
Jiang Ling forced herself to look away from her, but she suddenly frowned, turned her head away, covered her lips with a handkerchief and coughed twice.
The thin shoulders trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings, ready to fly away.
So Jiang Ling stared at it for a moment again.
So delicate and pitiful.
If appearance is compared to flowers, then Shen Qingru is the white lotus blooming on the top of the snow-capped mountains, cool and outstanding; Chang Shu is the hibiscus blooming in the spring breeze, gentle and lovely; Jiang Ling is the dazzling peony under the summer sun, bright and gorgeous.
But Su Wantang was like a crabapple blossoming silently in the dark night with its petals wet by the rain, or a jasmine blossoming alone in a quiet corner somewhere.
She is delicate and weak, seems to be angry and crying, like a willow swaying in the wind, which makes people love her.
Just as Jiang Ling was captivated by her beauty, she heard the Empress Dowager frown and ask with concern, "Why are you coughing? Did you catch a cold?"
Su Wantang suppressed the itchiness in her throat, turned around and replied with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Auntie. Wantang is fine, just a little thirsty."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the tea and took a sip, smiling softly.
The Queen Mother gave her a reproachful look and said, "If you feel unwell, call the imperial physician. Don't endure it."
Su Wantang thanked her softly and asked if she wanted to lie down and sleep for a while.
Jiang Ling watched from the side and felt that the two of them really had a deep affection for each other.
Yes, the Empress Dowager only had Su Wantang as her niece, and she had suffered misfortune, lost her parents and relatives, and also developed a chronic illness. Since then, she has lived with her in Xingqing Palace, and she naturally loves her very much.
Jiang Ling was distracted when she heard the Queen Mother mention her.
"You should go out more often. Ling'er is lively and cute, so I'll take you with me."
The Queen Mother asked the two of them to go out for a walk, and she also wanted to take a rest.
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Walking on the path in the Imperial Garden, Jiang Ling was still a little dazed.
Although she is not socially anxious, she really doesn't dare to be as carefree as before when facing this beauty who is like glass and seems to be broken at the slightest touch.
She glanced quietly beside her.
Su Wantang was slightly shorter than her. She was wearing a thick cloak, and the soft rabbit fur wrapped around her little face, making her look even more petite and cute.
She thought that this beauty might not be willing to talk to outsiders, and didn’t she have a leg disease that prevented her from standing for long periods of time or walking long distances?
Jiang Ling thought it would be better to find a reason to send the person back, so that he wouldn't get frozen or catch a cold.
Before she could formulate her words, she heard a soft voice coming from the side.
"Sister Ling'er, is it boring to be with me?"
Jiang Ling turned around and saw that her face was gentle and she was smiling, and she seemed a little apologetic.
She quickly shook her head: "How could it be?"
"The princess is naturally beautiful, and even if she doesn't speak, she's not boring at all."
She was telling the truth.
She could just look at this face for a whole day.
Su Wantang seemed to have not expected her to say that. After a moment of silence, a blush appeared on her cheeks and she lowered her eyebrows shyly.
Jiang Ling's breathing stopped.
What to do, so beautiful.
But at this moment, Su Wantang raised his eyes and looked at her. His clear eyes were full of water, as if filled with the emerald green lake in spring.
Her cheeks seemed to turn even redder, and she quickly lowered her head.
Jiang Ling suddenly opened her eyes wide and blinked.
Why did he look even more shy than before after looking at her?!
Jiang Ling's heart was stirred up. This glance from the beauty made even a girl like her feel a little excited.
Her face suddenly felt hot, and a dangerous and bold idea popped up in her head -
Su Wantang has such good looks and a great family background, yet she's already nineteen and still hasn't gotten married. Could she be polishing her mirror?!
Then she looked at herself like that just now...
Jiang Ling's eyes blinked and even her eyelashes trembled in shock.
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