The Regent's Tender Darling

"Hi! That's what I said." Chen Qian shook her head slightly to admit her mistake. If Xuemei had changed so much, her cousin Jiaojiao would look like someone she didn't recognize at all.

He followed the maid named Dongqing into the Prince Regent's Mansion and looked around the entire Prince's Mansion along the way.

Didn’t you say that the capital is prosperous? She didn't think so. There was no difference between the streets in the capital and Hefang Street in Hangzhou. The Regent's Palace was even more sober.

On the surface, it looked inferior to the Lin family, but when she was taken into a courtyard, she realized what Jian She was.

The most common pillars are made of fine golden nanmu, which are beautiful, strong and practical.

This kind of mansion is what she likes the most, unlike her grandmother's "tacky" taste of gold inlaid on the floor.

Entering the hall, Dongqing said: "Miss Cousin, please sit down for a while, and my servant will serve you tea."

At the same time, Lin Jiaojiao was busy in the dormitory. She originally thought she could have a lazy day on the second day of the new year, so she dressed simply and didn't comb her bun, just tied it behind her back with a belt.

She didn't expect her cousin to come to see her. Although she didn't want to be so grand, she couldn't just go see her cousin whom she hadn't seen for many years.

In her previous life, she had never seen the Chen family since arriving in the capital, probably because she was still grounded at that time, so she didn't see them.

Sure enough, it was better for her to be a good child. It would be a happy life without being grounded.

"Xuemei, don't go to too much trouble, as long as you can see."

"Don't put lip grease on it."

Lin Jiaojiao picked up a jade hairpin in the dressing box and was about to wear it in front of the bronze mirror. However, the hand holding the jade hairpin was caught in mid-air by a pair of slightly cold hands!

This sudden sense of oppression made Lin Jiaojiao's hands tremble. Through the mirror, she saw... a woman behind her!

"Who are you! How dare you be so bold to my princess!" Xuemei next to the closet immediately threw the things in her hands and picked up the feather duster!

Lin Jiaojiao was not as panicked as Xuemei. Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, she smiled warmly: "Sister."

"Yes." Chen Qian responded calmly, then took the jade hairpin in Lin Jiaojiao's hand and gently inserted it into the bun of her hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Xuemei, who was holding a feather duster, stopped in time. Could it be that this woman, who was dressed in rags and looked like a prostitute... was a cousin?

This...is simply...

Could it be that the Chen family went bankrupt?

Her mind immediately exploded, otherwise she wouldn't know how to explain Miss Cousin's outfit.

"My Jiaojiao is getting more and more beautiful." Chen Qian looked at the person in the bronze mirror and couldn't help but praise her.

Lin Jiaojiao turned around and looked at her cousin's smiling eyes, and for a moment she felt even more joyful.

The gap between her cousin and her imagination was a bit bigger... It could be said that it was a world of difference, but her cousin was still so good-looking, and her heroic features were unforgettable.

Since childhood, everyone in the family has said that cousin Chen Qian and cousin Chen Huan were at odds with each other, both in appearance and personality.

She remembered that her cousin had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, and he looked very elegant and gentle, just like his personality.

"I think my Jiaojiao is very pretty, so there's no need to apply lipstick." Chen Qian said and pinched Lin Jiaojiao's little face. This little face was so tender that it seemed like it would break if she applied more force.

On the contrary, Lin Jiaojiao's face didn't feel very good. Her cousin's hands were actually a little rough, and there was a layer of dry calluses on her fingertips.