An Xiyue suddenly stood up, said something to a palace maid, and then left with the palace maid.
An Xiyuan stared at her back for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, so they rolled down silently, and said to himself: "Sister, why does it have to be you? Why does the prince like you?"
She just felt that what An Xiyue said just now was the most painful and truest thing she had said in the past few months.
An Xiyuan suddenly wanted to cry. Her mother was busy building connections, and she was also busy trying to integrate into the upper class life. She thought that as long as the prince liked her, no matter how many grievances she suffered or how others talked about her, it would be worth it.
She also wanted to be like An Xiyue, with a husband who loved her. She was about to succeed, so why did she suddenly know such a cruel fact?
At this moment, a gorgeously dressed girl in the distance suddenly looked at her, with a gloomy sneer on her lips, and said angrily: "Why has all the good luck been taken away by An Xiyue? What qualifications does she have?" Happiness, what qualifications does she have to be pregnant..."
This person is Nangong Mingjing, whose face is covered with acne. Among the several princesses, she is quite old, but no one is willing to marry her just because her face is covered with acne.
Nangong Mingjing also hated An Xiyue so much that she blamed An Xiyue for all the pain and disaster she suffered.
In the past, she was favored by a wise concubine, but now she has fallen out of favor.
Concubine Su and the Queen both disliked her. Concubine Xian had offended many people in the past, so her life in the palace was naturally not easy.
The more Nangong Mingjing thought about it, the more unconvinced she became. If it weren't for An Xiyue and Nangong Yuanyi, she and her mother wouldn't be in such a miserable state, and brother Hao wouldn't be killed. She would still be the most noble princess.
Because of An Xiyue, everything has changed now.
An Xiyuan herself didn't realize that her purpose of marrying the prince was not simple, and it was far from the love and happiness she said.
She was even influenced by her mother and destroyed her own happiness without knowing it.
She even made her grandmother sick in anger just to marry the prince. Is it really worth it?
An Xiyuan asked himself countless times, is it worth it?
Suddenly, An Xiyuan noticed a gaze staring at her. She looked around but couldn't find it, so she quickly wiped away her tears and lowered her head slightly, hiding all her emotions.
An Xiyuan secretly said with hatred: "How could I forget that this is the palace? No matter how big the grievance is, we must endure it. We must not cry. We must not cry. If she cries, she will lose."
After a while, An Xiyuan suddenly smelled a fragrance, which made her even hungrier.
Immediately, a bowl of fragrant chicken shredded noodles was placed in front of her. An Xiyue smiled and said: "Eat quickly, this is the chicken shredded noodles made specially for you by the imperial chef. It is your favorite."
An Xiyuan opened her mouth in shock: "Did you go to the imperial chef to cook this for me?"
"Don't you want to endure it all the time? The feeling of being hungry is not pleasant." An Xiyue said: "No matter what, don't wrong yourself like this next time."
An Xiyuan quickly took it, not daring to look up at her, and started eating alone until he finished the full bowl of noodles.
Looking at the frightened An Xiyuan, An Xiyue seemed to understand her grandmother's thoughts better, but there seemed to be no way how she could help her, except to see what happened to her in the future.
