Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 908
"Miss, Eighth Prince, are you all right?" After the coachman Lao Lu stopped the carriage, he hurriedly asked about the safety of the two people in the carriage.

"We... are fine!" Xin Meng glared at Xiao Lang, and while slapping away the troubled hands on his waist, he responded to Lao Lu, "What happened just now, how are you, is the carriage okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, Miss. The old slave is fine. Just now, the old slave accidentally ran over a big rock by the wheel, which shocked the lady." Old Lu's voice came through the curtain of the car.

"Since everyone is fine and the carriage is not damaged, let's go on." His deep eyes focused on the reddened girl in front of him, Xiao Lang lowered his head slowly, and walked towards the pink lips that were as pale as cherry blossoms.

A sly smile flashed in her eyes, Xinmeng lowered her head abruptly, and that kiss landed on her hair, and then, taking advantage of the moment Xiao Lang was in a daze, she quickly backed out of his arms , Go back to your original seat and sit down.

Pretending not to see the disappointment on Xiao Lang's face, with a slight smile on her lips, Xin Meng raised her hand to brush her somewhat messy hair, and then gently closed her eyes.

There is still some time, she needs to think about how to deal with the Crown Princess Lin Xian'er, who was once a close friend of the boudoir, after going to the East Palace.

Before meeting Lin Xianer, Xinmeng still had doubts, thinking that Mo Lan deliberately exaggerated Lin Xianer's plight in order to let her see Lin Xianer, but after seeing Lin Xianer for the first time with her own eyes, Only then did she know that Mo Lan did not describe Lin Xian'er's tragedy in detail because she was concerned about the Eighth Prince and others, otherwise she would not have been psychologically prepared to be taken aback by Lin Xian'er who was almost beyond recognition.

Standing by the bed, she carefully looked at the person huddled in the corner of the bed, thinking to herself, the clothes are disheveled, and all exposed skin—face, hands, neck, and bare feet—are all covered. There are new wounds and old scars, red, blue, and black, criss-crossing.

Is this person who can no longer see her original appearance really Lin Xian'er, who is overwhelmed by the country and the city, who is known as the most beautiful woman in the capital?
A complex look flashed in the bottom of her eyes, Xin Meng opened her lips, and tentatively called Lin Xian'er, who was motionless, silent, with dull eyes: "Crown Princess...Princess Concubine...Xian'er..."

When she called the princess, Lin Xian'er didn't respond at all. When she called Xian'er, Lin Xian'er's eyes moved slightly, but immediately returned to a dull state.

"Xian'er, I'm Xinmeng, I've come to see you, can you answer me?"

"Xinmeng?" Lin Xian'er raised her head slowly, took a good look at Xinmeng, and suddenly, using both hands and feet, quickly crawled over to hug Xinmeng, and burst into tears.

Xinmeng remained motionless, letting Lin Xianer hold her tightly.She didn't try to pull out her arm, so she couldn't use her hands to comfort Lin Xianer's back.

When Lin Xian'er cried hoarsely and had almost vented her negative emotions, Xin Meng opened her mouth slowly and said softly: "Don't cry, your voice will become hoarse if you cry any more, and singing will not be pleasant in the future."

Not only is Lin Xian'er good-looking, but she is also one of the best in singing and dancing in the capital. She pays the most attention to protecting her voice on weekdays.Hearing what Xinmeng said, she slowly stopped crying, raised her face full of tears, and looked at Xinmeng painfully.

"What's the use of having a good voice? Who else should I sing to?"

"Of course it's for Xian'er's sentient beings!"

(End of this chapter)