For a while, the atmosphere here became very complicated, and Hua Rong's cry reverberated throughout Prime Minister Zuo's mansion.

"Prime Minister Zuo, then you go and take care of your own affairs first, leave it to me here." Zi Ye knew that all these changes were because of her appearance, and she looked at Hua Rong's face crying again with apologies.

"You, alas." When Prime Minister Zuo looked at Ziye, he wanted to say something, but at this time he held back, and then turned his head and walked out helplessly.

Now there are only two people left, Ziye and Hua Rong.

"Sister Huarong, don't cry, wait until it's not beautiful, it will leave a bad impression on His Majesty the King." Zi Ye pulled Hua Rong, who was still crying, and said.

"I don't care, huh, Daddy, he obviously doesn't love me." Hua Rong's eyes were red from crying at this time, she always thought that her father really loved her, but these **** were always very dissatisfied with herself, was it because she was leaving home?

"Silly girl, don't think too much, Prime Minister Zuo is all for his sake, think about it, if I wear the same clothes as you, then when I enter the palace, do we still have the identity of master and servant?" Ziye carefully explained to Huarong, in Ziye's heart, Zuo Cheng's love for Huarong was from the bottom of his heart.

"However, I just want my sister to have the same identity as me, if I am a maid, I will definitely wronged my sister." Hua Rong's tears are really many, and she has never broken her tears all along.

"Good sister, you really don't have to think about it so much, I am already very happy to think of me like this in your heart, why care about such an external form?" Ziye helped Hua Rong wipe away her tears, and then helped Hua Rong cut her hair and comforted Hua Rong.

"Sister, these are just my thoughts, why doesn't Daddy agree with my ideas?" Hua Rong just can't understand why Prime Minister Zuo would oppose his opinion, what he said in the past, but now, especially in front of Ziye, what he said is wrong, this is where Hua Rong is particularly sad.

"I've been waiting for a long time for the people who are waiting for us outside, if you don't dress up yourself, you'll be laughed at when you go out." Zi Ye didn't know how to explain such a thing, and it was inconvenient for her identity to say anything more, so she could only say it to Hua Rong on a different topic.

"Is there a lot of people out there? Am I ugly? Immediately, Huarong no longer thinks about that kind of question all the time, today is her most beautiful day, and she must not let outsiders see the jokes.

"Yes, you see that your eyes are all red, fortunately you will wear a red hijab later, outsiders can't see it, but when you enter the palace, you will see His Majesty the King, don't you want your beautiful appearance in front of the king?" Ziye knew that Hua Rong's most important thing was the king, and she was also thoughtful for Hua Rong.

"Huh? Sister, what do you think I'm going to do now? Hua Rong asked Ziye very nervously, she was also a little worried, if her appearance scared the king, then she must not be interesting in the palace in the future.