[Daji's clothes don't have his size, I'm afraid his clothes will burst and I'll see something I shouldn't see.]
System: [Wouldn’t that be a benefit? ]
[Who said that? ] Jiang Yueyang disagreed, [Cosplay is a performance art that not everyone can master! ]
The system thought about it and felt that what Jiang Yueyang said was not wrong. There were indeed many people who failed.
[All right then.]
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yueyang urged, "Your Highnesses, have you not changed yet?"
The Third Prince's voice was heard immediately from inside, "Jiang Yueyang, how do you wear this dress? I don't know how to wear it."
"Your Highness, you don't want to wear it and you're saying no on purpose, right?"
"I really can't!" The Third Prince laughed, "If you don't believe me, you can come in and help me put it on."
Jiang Yueyang: "..."
"Third brother!" The second prince scolded softly, "Miss Jiang, we really don't know how to wear it."
"Forget it." Jiang Yueyang turned and left.
After leaving the Second Prince's residence, she headed towards the place where she had an appointment with Lu Yunting.
She now practices archery with Lu Yunting every day until she is ready to become a master.
When they were halfway there, they ran into a funeral procession.
Jiang Yueyang asked Qingming to pull the carriage to the side and let it pass, and then she heard the discussions of the onlookers.
"Mrs. Ruan passed away at such a young age. What a tragic fate!"
"Once she dies, won't all the family property go to her son-in-law?"
"Yes, she has no other relatives."
When Jiang Yueyang heard those discussions, she inexplicably felt that the death of Ms. Ruan was not simple.
[Xiaogua, why do I feel like this is a murder? ]
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