"Madam," Director Du said in a more serious tone, "How will you know if you don't try?"

As the saying goes, a good person will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others. This is what Mrs. Gui is like.

"But... if we move closer to the princess, the princess on the other side will know and have to kill us. This... won't work." Mrs. Guan still shook her head worriedly.

"Madam, you can't go on like this. If you go on like this, you will be alone for the rest of your life, and there will be no heir. Who will you rely on in the future? You can find a way out for yourself while you are young." Mr. Du said to Mrs. Gu with some serious words.

Chief Du is over fifty years old and has been serving Mrs. Gui for several years. He is well aware of her temperament. Although Chief Du is a bit cruel, he is a person who must avenge his enemies and express gratitude for his kindness.

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As soon as she mentioned the prince, Madam Gu's eyes darkened, her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

"Madam, if you are afraid of being found out by the Princess, you can go to the Princess secretly, so that no one will find out." Mr. Du focused on Mrs. Gui and tried every means for her.

Mrs. Guan turned to look at her, and after thinking for a long time, she felt that this method was feasible.

Director Du also nodded to her.

And Xianglan Palace was also in front of her. Mrs. Guan walked back to her dormitory with a somewhat tangled heart.

Fuyao Hall

Three days later, Mo Xiaohuan was lying quietly, her face no longer as pale as before, and she had regained a little rosy color.

Yu Beiming sat in front of the bed and stared at her sleeping face in trance.

Did he mistake Mo Xiaohuan for Mo Qinghuan?

Yu Beiming couldn't help but reached out and caressed Mo Xiaohuan's cheek. It felt warm and cool, and the skin was very smooth to the touch.

She is so similar to her

Yu Beiming smiled bitterly

One second he believed that she was not Mo Qinghuan, but the next second he began to doubt that she was Mo Qinghuan.

Mo Xiaohuan's long and black eyelashes flickered slightly at this time

The dry lips also moved.

The closed eyes slowly opened, and there was not much energy left in them.

Mo Xiao cheered to ease the tingling pain in his head, and gently touched his forehead with one hand.

Yu Beiming, who was in a trance, saw that she was awake, leaned forward and looked at her, his voice was very soft: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Mo Xiaohuan has been in a coma for three days without drinking water, so she will definitely have little strength.

Listening to his soft voice, Mo Xiaohuan suddenly felt moved in her heart and felt like she wanted to rely on him.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at him and found that he looked quite haggard, and there were bloodshot eyes in his deep black eyes.

In the past three days, Yu Bei Mingyi had been watching her in front of the bed in confusion, for fear that she would have a fever and sweat, and he did not rely on others to take care of her.

"You..." Mo Xiaohuan wanted to speak but found that she couldn't speak at all and her throat was so dry.

When Yu Beiming saw that she wanted to say something but could not say anything, he knew that it must be because she had not had water for too long. He turned his back to the slave who was kneeling on the ground and said coldly: "Give the princess a glass of water."

A little maid who was kneeling on the ground stood up immediately. Maybe her knees were numb from kneeling for too long and she fell to the ground. She glanced at Yu Beiming's cold back and was so frightened that she quickly got up and ran away.

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Mo Xiaohuan turned around and saw the slave kneeling on the ground.

She remembered again the time when she was injured half a year ago, and Nupu was also kneeling on the ground, and he was also kneeling on the ground outside the palace gate.
Chapter completed!