In recent days, Lian Yan hasn't been eating well or sleeping peacefully.
Usually, she stayed close by the Ninth Princess to attend to her, but the Ninth Princess felt for her and told her to rest, letting others do her duties.
Even so, she still couldn't sleep well.
Every night, she dreamed of being forcefully married off to a bully.
She also dreamed of almost being violated by the brute, and each time, it left her in a daze all day.
Just like now, her feet moved upon the ground of the Eastern Palace, feeling so light as if she were walking on a field of cotton.
I heard that when Lian Yan arrived, Ling Lang actually became nervous.
He rubbed his hands and walked over to Miao Zhu: "Miao Zhu, help me take a look. Is there any dirt on my face?"
Miao Zhu shook his head: "No, sir, your face is very clean."
Ling Lang still felt anxious and touched his head: "Is my hair all messed up?"
Miao Zhu replied again: "Not messy, sir, it's combed very neatly."
