Princess, please don't be a demon

Chapter 143 It's a bit jealous (second update)
Da Ya shook her head, "No, Miss Zhao has been guarding the door of the study room since she was brought back to the East Palace, and His Highness won't let her in."

"Oh..." After she heard it, she prolonged her tone inexplicably.

"Princess, didn't you say... that you don't like His Highness?"

"What do you want to say?"

The meaning of the smile on the big girl's face is unclear: "But the slave looks at you a little bit jealous now?"

"Me??? Jealous???" Yun Weilan pointed at herself, opened her small mouth slightly, looking at Da Ya's malicious smile, she really couldn't laugh or cry.

She's really not jealous, she just thinks it's wrong for a copycat woman to pretend to be her to confuse Qian Feihan!

She has the responsibility to let Qian Feihan, the big devil, recognize the reality!
Right, that is it!

Da Ya is still smiling.

On the contrary, Yun Weilan pushed away her smiling face: "Smiling so ugly, I have to take a bath."

Da Ya was pushed away from her head, so she had no choice but to go over and take off her clothes for her.

"By the way, my weapon hasn't been crafted yet?"

"Yes, I can get it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Only then did Yun Weilan relax a bit, and hid her body in the bucket, which was full of medicinal juice, and a bitter smell soon filled the whole room.

Just about to speak, Da Ya suddenly screamed.

"What?"

"Princess, the wound on your back is open."

"Oh." She frowned, sat up slightly, and turned to look at her back, but the strange thing was that she didn't feel any pain at all.

Is it...

Caused by just swinging the whip?
"The servant is going to get you medicine and bandages, don't touch the water."

Yun Weilan pulled Da Ya: "Don't disturb the people in the East Palace, you understand."

If Qian Feihan knew about the wounds on her back and palms, she would be miserable.

Da Ya nodded solemnly and hurried out of the room.

As a result, not long after Da Ya left, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhao Weilan's soft and weak voice came from the door: "Master, I am Weilan, Your Highness asked me to come and serve you."

Yun Weilan frowned.

Uncle Qian Feihan even called this copycat in front of her, isn't he afraid that she can't help but do it?

She got up, put on her clothes, and said, "You come in."

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Weilan entered the room with light steps, holding a plate of delicate desserts in her hand.

She glanced over, her eyes flickered, and she asked, "Did you do it?"

"Yes... it was made by the servants themselves, but His Highness insisted that the servants bring it to you so that you can taste it."

There's no poison in this pastry, is there?

Yun Weilan glanced at the woman, raised her jaw and said, "You can eat, I will lose weight, so I won't eat dessert."

The woman was a little embarrassed holding the dessert, and the smile on her face froze.

"Princess...the servant has no malicious intentions, nor does she want to compete with you for His Highness, the servant is just a poor and helpless person..."

"Oh." Yun Weilan found a seat and sat down, watching her act in a leisurely manner, and by the way, pulled the melon seeds on the table and started knocking.

The state of eating melon has been switched, and she is waiting for the girl to act.

Zhao Weilan was on the verge of crying as she spoke, but she almost didn't cry, she just said aggrievedly: "Princess, slaves can listen to you in the future, as long as you don't bully slaves."

Ha, how funny.

She didn't do anything, and she didn't say anything, so this woman said she bullied someone?
Yun Weilan spat out a handful of melon seeds, nodded: "Don't worry, I usually don't bully people, at most I just torture people."

(End of this chapter)