Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (3)

  Small pavilion by the lake.

  Ruan Ruan leaned on the railing to enjoy the breeze, as if she had no bones in her body.

  The fish under the water occasionally floated up to breathe, wagging their tails happily.

  A gust of wind blew, and the pear blossoms by the lake fell down, covering the ground with a layer of white frost.

  A few of them playfully fell on the top of her head and the ends of her hair, complementing the teardrop mole at the end of her eyes and highlighting her pitiful temperament.

  This is a standard little white flower face.

  The lines of her face are soft, with few sharp angles and round eyes. Her slightly drooping eyebrows carry a sense of sadness, and her nose is delicate and small. Her watery eyes seem to be hesitant to speak.

  The thin body coughed twice in the wind.

  Ruan Ruan's body had not fully recovered yet, but she didn't want to stay in that shabby house all day, so she simply sneaked out.

  Anyway, no one ordered her to stop walking around in the palace, and this place was relatively remote.

  Just as she was daydreaming, she heard faint voices coming from far away.

  Across the lush trees, several girls in gorgeous palace costumes came together.

  Behind them were three or two palace maids following eagerly, who should be their capable servants.

  The girls walked together laughing, talking about various topics, and covering their mouths with their hands to giggle from time to time.

  The leader suddenly looked fierce.

  "Who's eavesdropping there?!"

  The other girls immediately stopped smiling and looked in the direction she was looking.

  At a glance, he spotted Ruan Ruan leaning against the lake without any obstruction.

  "It's her!"

  "Isn't this the orphan girl sent from outside the palace..."

  "Sister knows him?! Tell me in detail!"

  "You don't know? Let me tell you..."

  ...

  The girls were talking at once, but when the leader raised her hand slightly, they all stopped talking.

  "It's you." He said in a contemptuous tone, "Why don't you stay in your shabby house and behave yourself? Why are you coming out here?"

  He spoke as if he knew her situation very well.

  Indeed, it was no secret that she was tortured by the tyrant. Anyone who wanted to know could get the details by simply asking around.

  Ruan Ruan turned her head away and deliberately didn't look at her directly.

  The ill will people have towards her is so obvious, but she doesn't have the hobby of putting her face close to others to get hit.

  "Who do you think you are? His Majesty didn't even ground me, so should I listen to you instead of His Majesty?"

  Her voice was delicate and weak, and her tone was slow.

  "How dare you! Who gave you the courage to use His Majesty to pressure me!!"