Because he was still in the filial piety period, although the year passed, Du Feixue was wearing plain clothes, crying with tears in her face, and her hair was stuck on her cheeks, which looked quite pitiful.

Zhu Yan's alcohol completely woke up, took a few steps back without any trace, and asked with a smile: "Is there anything wrong with my cousin coming to me? I came back after drinking and was about to take a shower-"

Du Feixue pounced on him: "Cousin——"

Zhu Yan, who was ready, avoided the side. Du Feixue pounced on the air and staggered forward.

Of course, Zhu Yan couldn't see Du Feixue falling so hard that he reached out to support her.

Du Feixue raised her head and wiped her tears with her sleeve: "Cousin, you still care about me, right?"

Zhu Yan let go of his hand, sighed, and said in a serious tone: "Cousin Feixue, of course I care about you, just like Yan'er cares about you, we all treat you as a sister..."

Du Feixue shook his head: "Cousin Yan, I don't want you to treat me as your sister--"

Zhu Yan smiled: "Feixue cousin, have you ever thought about how you live here if you were not our cousin? You are the cousin of the Zhu family, so of course I treat you as my sister."

Although Zhu Yan said this in a tactful way, he understood it very well: If Du Feixue was a girl who was not related to others, she would not be qualified to be a sister.

Du Feixue blinked and fell into tears: "Cousin..."

Please, can you stop getting engaged? Wait for more than two years and I will try to become what you like...

Du Feixue shouted in her heart, but she didn't say it.

She was not so stupid that cousin Yan's marriage was an unchangeable thing.

She just was unwilling to give up.

She had obviously been happy with cousin Yan since she was a child, and all her expectations were related to cousin Yan. She carefully held him in her heart. She didn't even want to mention this sweet and bitter thought to her closest cousin Jiao, for fear that others would see Cousin Yan's goodness, which would make her less chance of marrying him in the future.

But why did she easily realize her dream after waiting for so long and waiting for so long that others had to do nothing?

This is really unfair!

Zhu Yan looked at Du Feixue silently and cried silently. Seeing that she had cried enough, he sighed softly and advised in a warm voice: "Cousin, go back to the room, don't let the old lady know and worry."

Du Feixue lowered her head and stared at her toes: "Cousin Yan, do you like Miss Su?"

Zhu Yan did not answer.

Du Feixue suddenly looked up, and there was a light in her eyes: "Cousin, you don't like her, don't you?"

Zhu Yan laughed: "My cousin can't answer you for the time being."

Du Feixue showed a confused look.

Zhu Yan knew that he would not explain it clearly and would not do anyone well in the future. He patiently explained: "Miss Su and I have never been together privately, so naturally I can't say whether I like it or not. But I believe that we can get along well in the future. As long as she is a good girl, I will like it."

"Will you like any girl who becomes your wife?" Du Feixue hated Zhu Yan's statement very much.

Zhu Yan smiled and said, "Not necessarily, but since that is my wife, why not try your best?"

Du Feixue opened her mouth and stared at Zhu Yan's gentle but calm eyebrows, her heart became cold, she covered her face and turned around and ran away.

After a long time, the servant moved over quietly and shouted: "Criminal--"

Zhu Yan glanced at the servant lightly and reminded: "The matter today must not be spread."

"Don't worry, the youngest knows."

“Go out.”

When the servant stepped back, Zhu Yan took the book from the air and sat down and slowly looked it out.

Du Feixue returned to her residence, leaned on the pillow and cried bitterly. She sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself with red and swollen eyes as she was as stupid as a peach, and sent someone to the Rui Palace to deliver a letter to Li Jiao.

Since Li Jiao entered the door of Prince Rui’s Mansion, his mood has become more and more nervous.

She originally thought that King Rui fell in love with her at first sight, but now it seems that this is not the case. After so many days, King Rui has not touched her at all.

At the beginning, King Rui still entered her room. She was reserved for a few days and found that something was wrong. She took the initiative a little. Unexpectedly, King Rui would not even enter her door from now on!

Li Jiao walked in a garden as big as the entire Li Mansion. When he saw the maids and servants whispering, he felt that the people were laughing at her.

She returned to the room in dismay, sat at the table in a state of dismay, picked up the half-written notebook and glanced at it, but couldn't see it at all.

"Girl, Miss Du from the Marquis of Taining has sent you a letter."

Li Jiao glared at Xing'er: "How many times have you said that you are not allowed to call me a girl again. What do you think if others hear it?"

Xing'er quickly admitted her mistake.

"Forget it, bring Miss Du's letter."

Li Jiao opened Du Feixue's letter and read it. The calmness on his face made people unable to see the excess emotions, but he chuckled in his heart.

This cousin who has always been high and arrogant in front of her, like a proud daughter, also has such helpless times.

So, there is no pitiful girl without a mother.

Du Feixue liked Prince Zhu since she was a child. Although Mrs. Hou Taining never revealed the intention of renting, she did not stop her seeing the younger generations from interacting. If her aunt Zhu was still alive, she would cry and beg a few words in front of Mrs. Hou Taining, Du Feixue would have the chance to marry into the grandfather's family.

It’s a pity that when Zhu died, his granddaughter’s identity was one level away from his biological daughter, so Mrs. Taining Hou had more considerations.

Once a person's reason is above feelings, how can he not know that Du Feixue is definitely not the candidate for the prince's wife?

Li Jiao did not write a letter and sent Xing'er to Taining Hou Mansion to pass on the message.

"Miss Du, our girl said that living in the royal palace is not as convenient as when you are at your parents' home. I will find a way to pick you up and play when you have a warm filial piety." Xing'er conveyed Li Jiao's meaning and shook her head secretly.

The daughter Du's biological mother passed away only last year. Even servants like her knew that she should eat vegetarian food and were not allowed to go out to see people. Why didn't Miss Du care?

"I understand." Du Feixue said in a daze and sent Xing'er away.

A few days later, Qiao Zhao received an invitation.

Emperor Mingkang was sad that Jiang Tang's death was unintentional to inquire about common things, so he ordered King Rui and King Mu to receive the envoy Xijiang together.

King Rui and King Mu have never even seen Emperor Mingkang for many years, and they almost forgot about the appearance of the emperor's father. It is rare to have such a chance to show their faces in front of the emperor's father. There is no way to keep it in a good mood. This banquet is particularly grand, and almost all the prominent figures and noble girls in the capital are invited.

Qiao Zhao took a look at the exquisite printed invitation and put it down. He smiled and said to Shao Mingyuan: "Since so many people have been invited, there are not more people, and there are not more people, so I won't join in the fun."

Shao Mingyuan would not force Qiao Zhao, and the woman sang along with her husband and said, "If you don't go, you won't go, then I'll just give it a thumbs up."

He was impatient to go to these banquets where singing and dancing became peaceful.
Chapter completed!