Mrs. Yuan was indeed a very experienced person.
At such a young age, she had already experienced great storms with Xie Shizhong...
Puff!
She spat out a mouthful of tea, wetting her clothes.
Even if it was her, she had eaten, seen, and tasted it. She couldn't stand the ugliness of the world and the secrets of the backyard that she had never heard of. He was truly shocked.
Could it be done like this?
"Take a fancy to…Minister Zhuge?" Madam Yuan didn't even have the time to wipe the tea leaves from the corner of her mouth. She was so frightened.
She never dreamed that the Ninth Princess of Rouran could have such a wide range of aesthetics. From Zhuge Shu to Yang Shao, and then to Zhuge Fu--they were three completely different types of young men... And Old Lang…
No wonder Xiao Baoxin didn't say which one the Ninth Princess of Rouran had her eyes on.
