The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Liu Yaoyao carefully sent Liao Rong, the "living treasure", back to Songheju, as if she was sending away a dragon king who was about to cause a storm.

When he turned around, the gentleness on his face was instantly replaced by helplessness and determination, as fast as the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

She immediately ordered the people around her to arrange a few smart guards to secretly protect the old lady.

And report to her every move of his wife, no matter how big or small, and let her know it first.

Seeing that everyone had gone downstairs to make arrangements, she rubbed her aching forehead.

If she doesn't keep a close eye on this old thing, Prince Chen's Mansion will probably turn into a zoo, with the 'monkey declaring itself king' drama being staged every day.

However, even Liu Yaoyao had set up a tight net.

The days in Prince Chen's mansion were still extremely lively, comparable to a temple fair.

Concubine Lin, the beauty known for her gentleness, has now become a "regular customer" of the old lady.

Not being punished to kneel until late at night.

It means being deprived of the right to eat.

Occasionally, she could be seen walking around the mansion with a colorful face, like a walking abstract painting.

This is not the end, what gives Liu Yaoyao the most headache is.

Concubine Lin's return banquet was a great opportunity to demonstrate the harmony of the palace and show the glory of the family.

But it was ruined by the old lady's sudden "punishment".

The day when Concubine Lin returns home should have been a grand occasion.

But she never imagined that this door would become a gap that was difficult for her to cross.

Concubine Lin could not return home, so Minister Lin and his wife went directly to see her.

Minister Lin and his wife happily brought generous gifts to support their daughter.

However, he never expected that he would encounter unprecedented embarrassment at the threshold of Prince Chen's Mansion.

Old Mrs. Liao, who takes "rules" as her creed, stands in front of the door with a stern look on her face, like a dragon guarding a castle.

She put her hands on her hips, looking like she was saying, "This road is blocked."

Her voice penetrated the crack in the door, carrying with it an unquestionable toughness.

"Humph, it sounds nice to say that she is a concubine, but in the end, she is still a concubine!"

"I have my own rules. How can I return home? I, Old Lady Liao, have lived to this age and have never seen such a joke!"

Minister Lin is usually gentle and polite to others.

But at this moment, he was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his face was ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

He tried to convince others with reason, but Mrs. Liao kept coming up with one twisted reason after another.

Even the Minister of Rites couldn't find any loophole to refute.

"Minister Lin, Minister Lin, you are an important official in the court, how come you don't even know this little bit of etiquette?

The girl you raised doesn't know the rules, so I, as an elder, should teach her. But instead of being grateful, you come to my house to accuse me. How can this be justified?"

Old Mrs. Liao spoke righteously, as if she was the victim.

Minister Lin was speechless after being rebuked. He felt so aggrieved that it was even more bitter than eating coptis chinensis.

He looked around and saw that everyone in the palace, whether guards or maids, lowered their heads and tried not to laugh.

It was like watching a free farce.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger in his heart, but in the end he could only flick his sleeves in anger and say "Hmph, let's go!"

He then left in a panic with his wife, amidst the sympathetic or mocking gazes of the crowd.

This scene happened to be seen by Liu Yaoyao who heard the news.

What Liu Yaoyao didn't know was that behind her were the crying Concubine Lin and Ling Chenyu who had just returned home.

Liu Yaoyao was thinking about how to make up for her reputation outside the palace today.

As she turned around to prepare, a burst of faint crying quietly reached her ears.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Concubine Lin nestling under an old locust tree not far away.

Tears fell like pearls from a broken string, and the usually gentle and lovely face was now filled with sadness and helplessness.

Beside her was Ling Chenyu, who was at a loss.

"Hey, Concubine Lin, why are you crying like a little cat?"

Liu Yaoyao pretended to be surprised and walked over, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, trying to use humor to diffuse the heavy atmosphere.

Concubine Lin looked up and saw that it was Liu Yaoyao, and her tears welled up even more.

It was like finding a harbor where I could confide my feelings.

"Sister Princess, I...I just..."

She choked with sobs, and before she could finish her words, she burst into tears again.

Liu Yaoyao patted her back gently to comfort her.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you keep crying, the pond in Prince Chen's mansion will be flooded by you."

With just one sentence, the originally heavy atmosphere instantly became much lighter.

Ling Chenyu frowned slightly, and a complex look flashed across his eyes as he looked at Liu Yaoyao.

He walked up to the two of them and asked softly, "What's going on?"

Upon seeing this, Liu Yaoyao quickly recounted the whole story in brief, and added a sentence at the end.

"Your Highness, you see, Sister Lin has suffered a great deal of injustice."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chenyu's gaze moved between Liu Yaoyao and Concubine Lin, and finally stopped on Concubine Lin's tearful face.

He sighed softly, reached out his hand, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Concubine Lin's eyes.

"I will take care of this matter myself, so just relax."

When Concubine Lin heard this, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes and she nodded slightly.

Liu Yaoyao's heart was like being covered by a dark cloud that suddenly appeared on a spring afternoon with drizzling rain. The feeling of disappointment was so strong that it seemed like water could drip out.

First you're interested, then you feel distressed, and then you're moved, right?

Suddenly, Liu Yaoyao lost all motivation.

She laughed at herself and wondered when she had become so sentimental.

She bowed to Ling Chenyu somewhat dejectedly.

"Then I'll leave this matter to the prince, and I'll take my leave."

There was no warmth in her words, as if she was just going through the motions.

Then, she bowed slightly, turned around and tried to leave in an almost evasive manner.

Ling Chenyu's heart skipped a beat.

He had never seen Liu Yaoyao like this before, her back looked indifferent but with a hint of determination.

His heart inexplicably tightened, as if something was quietly being lost.

He subconsciously wanted to chase after him and get to the bottom of things.

But at this moment, Lin Nuoer's cry cut through the air like a sharp blade, even more shrill and desperate.

It nailed his steps to the spot.

"Noer..."

Ling Chenyu called out softly.

But Liu Yaoyao heard this sound clearly, and her steps involuntarily paused and then quickened.