Chapter 342: Who is Prince Ling?

"Sister, what do you mean, you don't want Yan'er anymore?" Yan'er, a palm-sized face suddenly became a little sad.

There seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, as long as Xu Ruoxian did anything, she would not stop crying.

Seeing Yan'er's appearance, Xu Ruoxian dared to mention anything more.

After being slightly stunned, his tone was a little soothed.

"Yan'er, but if you don't have a husband, who will you rely on in the future? You have been by my side since I entered the palace, and I am not afraid of being criticized over time. Xu Ruoxian nodded her nose twice.

Regarding Yan'er's existence, in fact, the housekeepers in the idle courtyard are quite complaining.

Even the queen herself does not know how to sympathize with her subordinates.

Xu Ruoxian wouldn't care about these words.

It's just that people are terrible, and I'm afraid that it will be more and more difficult for Yan'er to find someone to marry in the future.

After all, Yan'er is also very old now.

If you don't get married again, you really have to become an old girl.

"But Yan'er, I just want to be by my sister's side. Besides, Yan'er doesn't have a favorite man. Yan'er, the link couldn't help but flush with a flush.

Xu Ruoxian knew that Yan'er must have a man she liked.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so shy.

But who, exactly?

Xu Ruoxian felt a little curious, Yan'er, who stayed in the palace all day, didn't have much opportunity to contact people outside.

Could it be, what kind of guards or something?

In this way, she can find a way to match the emperor to give her a marriage.

"Which palace is it?" Xu Ruoxian quietly raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Yan'er's eyes.

Then he straightened his head to the side of his head, and looked at her with a serious but somewhat unserious face.

"It's not a guard, it's a good-looking son who Yan'er thinks is good-looking." Yan'er, a little embarrassed.

The boy she thinks is good-looking?

When Xu Ruoxian heard this, she suddenly thought for a moment.

"Do you know what your name is?" Xu Ruoxian looked at Yan'er on the side again.

A good-looking son, could it be Shangguan Ling?

Xu Ruoxian remembered that she really didn't tell Yan'er the true identity of Shangguan Ling.

I'm afraid that Yan'er shouldn't know that Shangguan Ling is the Ling Gongzi in her mouth.

Hey, that's a real problem.

Yan'er didn't know, she just heard her sister call him Ling Gongzi. Come to think of it, it should be the same surname as General Ling Feng. Yan'er couldn't help but have a look of yearning on her face.

For that Ling Gongzi, she really likes it a little in her heart.

Humble gentleman, gentle as jade.

Mo Shangren is like jade, that's probably it.

When she lived here before, Yan'er thought about expressing her liking for him several times.

However, it seems that Ling Gongzi only treats her as a polite maid.

Other than that, there's nothing superfluous.

Over time, after seeing that Ling Gongzi disappeared, she buried this matter deep in her heart.

But since Xu Ruoxian asked today, and she didn't know the answer to the question and didn't give up, then she did.

"Yan'er, do you know who Ling Gongzi is?" Xu Ruoxian couldn't bear to break Yan'er's red luan's heartbeat, but now if she keeps interrupting, she is afraid that she will be in big trouble.

After all, Shangguan Ling is the prince, and his marriage will inevitably become a bargaining chip.

Perhaps it is a bargaining chip for diplomacy with neighboring countries, or a bargaining chip for consolidating the imperial court.

In any case, Yan'er will not become the main room.

And with her identity, she may not be qualified to become a concubine.

"Sister, what do you mean by that?" Yan'er heard this, and looked at her slowly.