She can't openly confess her feelings to the person she likes, so she hopes she'll be happy and will support her no matter what she does.
"Nangong Anren must not be told that the Prince of Anyang was injured and unconscious, otherwise the prince will really never wake up."
She gave this instruction, but she never expected that someone would tell Nangong Anren about it beforehand.
After they left, my heart felt like it was tangled in yarn, and the more I tried to untangle it, the more chaotic things became.
I lifted the curtain to go inside and ask Yanran for advice, but I found her sewing a baby's bib.
"You have children?" I asked.
She smiled shyly, her blush as beautiful as the sunset.
We're not married yet!
Although it was a sad thing, she still had a happy smile on her face.
"When will you get married?" I asked again.
She stopped what she was doing, looked thoughtfully into the distance, sighed, and said, "His mother has always disagreed."
"He and I escaped."
"I'll tell you this without fear of being laughed at: I come from a brothel, and he is a prince. We are destined not to be together anymore."
She knew perfectly well what would become of her and him, whether it was a happy or sad ending, but she always faced it with a smile.
I want to ask you something!
Seeing my serious expression, she stopped what she was doing and said, "Go ahead and ask. I know you definitely have a lot to ask."
She seemed to have already guessed that I would ask her that question.
"I want to know the story between okra and Prince Anyang."
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