Chapter Eleven: The Regent Who Almost Got His Ass Exploded

ng, is now completely transformed, no longer the naive fool who was bullied before!"Come here, bestow the Ancient Moon Harp upon the Fifth Princess of Dongyue." Xuan Yuan Luo Chen cast a heavy glance...Following Su Ziyi back to the inn, as soon as we entered, we saw a maid kneeling on the ground with tear-filled eyes, holding onto her legs and sobbing uncontrollably. "Wuwu... Princess, you're finally back! You scared me to death! If anything happened to you, this servant would die a thousand deaths to atone for my negligence, wuwu..."

The maid cried so sadly, her tears and snot running all over Su Qingying's clothes.

Glancing disdainfully at the tears and snot on her clothes, Su Qingying twitched the corner of her mouth. She remembered this maid; she was her personal maidservant named Xi'er, exceptionally loyal to the original owner.

"Alright, alright, I'm back now, aren't I No crying, no crying." She tugged at the corner of her mouth and lightly patted Xi'er's trembling shoulders. "Xi'er, if you keep crying, your princess will starve to death. I haven't eaten anything all day."

"Oh! My foolish mind! Princess, please wait a moment, I'll go prepare your meal right away." Hearing that Su Qingying was hungry, Xi'er quickly wiped her tears and rushed to the kitchen.

Su Qingying looked at her fiery back and shook her head helplessly, a warmth spreading in her heart.

This girl is pretty good, she's very loyal, she likes it.

In the guest room, Su Qingying, after a satisfying meal and a warm bath, sat down at the dressing table with her round belly.

She hasn't had a good look at her own body yet, only knowing that she has moles, ugly enough to scare people. She needs to study those toxins carefully and see if she can find an antidote.

Sitting at her dressing table, through the blurry copper mirror, Su Qingying finally knew what she looked like.

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< > Very ugly! < >

Very ugly!thin her body abruptly went astray, and her blood surged chaotically.Seizing her longsword, Jun Liye clutched at her chest and knelt on one knee, forcing back the metallic tang rising in her throat. "...