Su Tianluo walked up to the two of them and bowed softly, "See His Royal Highness King Rin." ”

She calculated that since Toru Takizawa had let her go before, she would not punish her anymore now.

Looking at the two saluting, Toru Takizawa frowned: "You guys go first." His eyes swirled on Su Qingyu.

"His Royal Highness King Rin, my father knows that the third sister is worried about the eldest sister, so he asked the courtiers to replace the third sister and accompany the royal highness to worship her mother, so that the third sister can visit the eldest sister." Perhaps because of the previous lesson, Su Tianluo now obediently lowered his eyebrows, with a bit of gentleness and quietness.

There is no flattery, but it is very measured.

Although Su Qingyu didn't know how Su Tianluo persuaded the prime minister, she had to admit that Su Tianluo helped her inadvertently.

"Since Daddy has arranged it, then Qingyu will go to see my sister." Su Qingyu's brows were slightly relaxed, and after a thousand blessings, he said goodbye to King Rin.

Along the way, there was no turning back.

Toru Takizawa looked at the back of the resolute departure and pursed his lips slightly. Did he really make her so avoided? Or was he really too eager to think that Aso would love him without any conditions like he had in his previous life. After all, Asu in this life is different, with a kind of arrogance in his bones that he didn't have in his previous life.

Perhaps, he should not pour the regrets of his past life into her, but get to know her again.

Su Tianluo saw Takizawa Toru staring at the path where no one was visible, and he bit his lower lip slightly, although he hated it in his heart, he didn't dare to show it on his face. After all, she had bumped into the muzzle of King Rin's gun before, and now she had to regain the impression in his mind.

Obviously, her talent and appearance are the best among the prime minister's daughters, why can't she marry into the Rin's mansion?

With a glint in her eyes, she said softly, neither humble nor arrogant: "Your Highness, it's still early, and the people who worship the Prime Minister's wife haven't come yet, so why don't you use some tea and fruit first." ”

Takizawa Toru retracted his gaze, glanced at Su Tianluo and did not speak, flicked his wide sleeves casually, and casually stepped on a path.

Looking at the people who left in front of him, although Su Tianluo, who had touched a gray nose, was slightly annoyed, a glimmer of light like a hunter rose in his eyes.

If a man is too easy to fall under the pomegranate skirt, it is not interesting. A noble but dangerous figure like King Rin is interesting to conquer.

Slightly lowering his eyes to restrain his emotions, Su Tianluo followed behind Takizawa without saying a word, and would only speak occasionally, introducing the layout of the Prime Minister's Mansion to Takizawa Toru just right.

Regarding the turmoil here, of course Su Qingyu, who had already left, didn't know. Even if she knew, she didn't care.

The only thing she cares about is her sister, Su Luoyu.

Looking fixedly at the dilapidated attic in front of her, she suddenly did not dare to go in. This attic, not to mention that the concubine lives, is that the lowest-level servants and slaves in the house live better than here, but she and her sister have lived here for more than ten years.

After watching Ling Chi's punishment, she did not change her face, but she was afraid when facing her sister's injury.

Stretching out her cold fingers, she slowly pushed open the dilapidated door in front of her, and the creaking sound was a little harsh.

Bang dang! "Third Miss, you're back!" A crying voice came to my ears.

Looking at the crying and swollen eyes in front of him, Su Qingyu pulled the corners of his mouth and said lightly: "Yes, I'm back, how is my sister?" ”

For more than ten years, she and the servants beside her sister have walked and fled, and only Mo Lan in front of her has been by their side, loyal.

"Miss, she, she has been having a high fever and is unconscious, and the doctor in the house just gave a random ointment before, and the slave maid doesn't know what the effect is after applying it to Miss." At the mention of Su Luoyu, Mo Lan couldn't help but choke up.

While speaking, the two had already walked to Su Luoyu's bed, and their pale faces were particularly conspicuous in the dimly lit room.

"Sister!" Su Qingyu's heart shrank, and he strode forward to touch the face with his eyes closed.

Carefully lifting the quilt, a smell of decay came to her face, and after looking at the injury in front of her, her eyes were sour.