The next day, after Qian Qingyu sent the second prince off, she arranged the books on the desk in the room. There were a few pieces of paper beside them, and the words on them were graceful and lively. It was obvious that they were good words.
Qian Qingyu took a look and realized that this was an article written by Qiao Nichang. She suppressed her article with a paperweight, afraid that it would be blown away by the wind.
After all, to the second prince, Qiao Nichang’s article should be very important.
Qian Qingyu went out of the room. When she returned to her room, she heard the second-class servant girl whispering in the courtyard.
“Really? Qian Qingyu has always been the eldest servant girl. These days, she has become the eldest servant girl by the second Prince’s side. The second prince trusts her so much. So she is such a fickle woman.”
