When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shine into the house, Zhaoyun Palace is a new day.

The morning light shines through the curtain, reflecting the people sitting in front of the bronze mirror. The long eyelashes like a crow's feather cast a beautiful silhouette on the fair face.

"Princess, when will Mama Chang be able to come back?" Mingcui insisted on carving a sandalwood comb, combing Zhaoyun's thick hair, and asked.

"Mama Chang won't be coming back." Feeling the neat teeth of the wooden comb shuttling back and forth in his hair, Zhaoyun closed his eyes slightly and replied lazily.

The wooden comb that was combing to the ends of his hair suddenly stopped, and Zhaoyun opened his eyes in confusion and looked at Mingcui behind him with a dull face.

"Mama Chang is old, and she only had a little grandchild not long ago, and it is the time to enjoy the joy of family life and take care of her old age. How can you keep worrying about my business? Zhaoyun turned around and explained to Mingcui.

"In addition, Mama Chang's legs and feet are not good, so I will let Mama Chang go home and don't have to come to the palace again."

Hearing this, Ming Cui leaked a worried look and said hurriedly: "However, now Zhaoyun Palace is the most lacking in manpower." In the entire Zhaoyun Palace, there are only about a dozen girls and women who sprinkle and sweep. The princess's personal girl is now only me and Biluo. ”

"Moreover, the princess is about to marry Xiwu. Mama Chang's skills in drawing patterns are really good, don't you ask Mama Chang to help the princess set the patterns? Ming Cui gently placed the wooden comb in her hand on the mirror and looked at Zhaoyun worriedly.

"It's just a trick, and you don't need to trouble Mama Chang." Zhaoyun picked up the wooden comb that Mingcui had put down, and continued to comb his long hair.

The three thousand black silk is very well nourished, and under the sunlight, it is dense and shiny, like a fine black satin.

"Mingcui, do you remember what I asked you a long time ago?" Zhaoyun looked at Mingcui's clear fawn-like eyes until there was a puzzled look in them, and continued.

"That's what I once told you, if one day, I'm no longer a princess."

Seeing that clear eyes widen and widen, revealing a look of disbelief, Zhaoyun laughed out loud.

"Princess, aren't you going to run away from marriage?" Ming Cui frowned, glanced nervously at the empty window, then closed the carved window, and asked in a low voice.

The master in front of the meeting nodded, and Ming Cui was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth and nose, revealing a look of horror.

"Why? I don't think the princess likes Xi Wumu very much, why do you say that if you don't marry, you won't marry? ”

"You're too young to know anything about love." Zhaoyun waved his wide sleeves and said casually.

"I'm a year older than the princess, okay, princess, do you understand?" Mingcui puffed up her bun face, her face full of disbelief.

Zhaoyun was stunned. Does she understand?

In her previous life, she experienced all the sorrows, joys, and angers, but when the person turned around, she and the fragmentary and miserable white moonlight hidden in a corner of her heart completely cooled her greed for love.

It wasn't until the end, when her heart and liver were strangled bloody by others, that she realized that it was just a trace of her insignificant and even sad obsession.

In her previous life, she was always just a chess piece in the hands of others. And she has always looked up to him, like looking up to the gods in heaven. To him, she has always been like a silk grass and a caged finch.

Delicate, attached to others, without ego.

In this life, she just wants to be a silk grass that does not cling to others, and a finch that returns to the blue sky from the cage.