The seventh prince's reputation had spread throughout the entire capital. He had killed his mother at birth, and later on, the maidservants by his side had all died mysteriously. Everyone who got close to him did not have a good ending.
It was rumored that he was the widowmaker.
Nalan Cui's head drooped even lower, waiting for Su Yan's anger.
He suddenly felt a weight on his head.
Su Yan's eyes reddened as she said, "You Child, why didn't you say so earlier?"
She had always felt pity for the seventh prince since she was young. Her mother, who had died early, could be considered her aunt. She had met her mother a few times before, and she was a very gentle woman. Unfortunately, she had not seen her again after she married into the imperial palace.
Nalan Cui raised his head and looked at Su Yan. Su Yan burst out laughing.
She pointed at the soil on his head that had just been rubbed by her hand and laughed loudly.
