The one that moved was her, Amaguarjia Muling.
The one that's not moving is her.
Ji Huan couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so useful!"
After getting up, she struggled to put on a set of clothes from last year, the sleeves of which were half too short. She walked to the dressing table, covered the not-so-clear bronze mirror, and even though it was not clear, she could tell that the girl in the mirror was not doing well.
She nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, this looks very good."
Then she left the secluded courtyard. There was no one else in the courtyard, and her maid, Meihua, had long since disappeared.
She walked step by step toward Mu Ling, panting heavily, and then at an intersection, she closed her eyes and fainted.
Mu Ling was on her way to her aunt's place when she turned a corner and saw a child lying on the ground. Startled, she frowned and asked, "What happened?"
The attendant, Debao, said, "This servant will go and take a look right away. Please wait a moment, sir."
Debao naturally recognized the eldest princess of the manor. When he got closer, he was startled and hurriedly said, "Master, it's the eldest princess."
Mu Ling was also startled. After all, she was his own daughter, and he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen her. He stepped forward and saw his thin, sallow-faced daughter, who looked like a refugee.
"Is this the eldest princess of the lord?"
He was busy, and he entrusted the upbringing of his daughter entirely to his wife. He knew that a child without a mother might suffer some hardship, but his household was not so poor that the child would starve to death. If word got out, he would lose all face.
Mu Ling frowned and picked up Ji Huan: "Go and fetch a doctor who can keep his mouth shut, and do it quickly."
Debao knew the importance of the matter and quickly said, "This servant will go right away."
After saying that, he jogged away.
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