The princess wanted to run away, but the three kids held her back.

Yingyuan Manor is located halfway up the mountain and has an excellent environment.

In the late summer nights, the constant chirping of cicadas makes the night seem even more quiet and makes it easier to fall asleep.

Jiang Mingjiao lay on the soft big bed, reviewing the events of the whole day. It seemed that the Lin family was being targeted.

Xu Family...

It seems that the upper class of this world is not as peaceful as it appears.

The soft bed surface and the crisp chirping of cicadas made Jiang Mingjiao fall into a deep sleep.

The soft moonlight shines in from the window, filling the room with brightness. The silky black hair is scattered messily on the pillow. The palm-sized face has lost the coldness and sharpness of the daytime, just like a kitten nestling in its own territory.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, it covered the room with a layer of golden light. The sunlight playfully fell on Jiang Mingjiao's eyelashes through the window. Her long eyelashes, each of which was distinct, could not help but move in the dancing of the sunlight.

Jiang Mingjiao slowly opened her eyes and looked at the room she was in. The off-white walls were not a room she was familiar with. It seemed that she really had to complete the system's task before she could go back.

This broken system has only said a few words so far, without giving any hints about the plot.

[Dangdang, your system baby is online]

[Today is the day when the villain returns, and it is also a turning point for you as a cannon fodder to go offline. The villain will divorce you, and then you will make a big fuss. The little villains will also witness the disagreement between their parents, which will lay the groundwork for their subsequent blackening.]

[You will also make too many enemies because of your original owner. Once you lose the protection of the big villain, you will inevitably die~] The system said in a mean way.

Her Royal Highness the Princess would not be frightened by the system's words. Once a person becomes someone who can only rely on men to survive, it is tantamount to hanging herself on a cliff. Only by clinging to a rope can she feel safe.

Jiang Mingjiao will never become that kind of person. She wants to be an eagle soaring in the sky and will never let anyone trap her wings.

After washing up, Jiang Mingjiao changed into a beige dress and a blue jacket. The fresh and beautiful outfit perfectly set off Jiang Mingjiao's appearance.

In the past, someone would specially deliver the latest styles of clothes from the mall to Yingyuan from the original owner’s dressing room.

But the original owner had listened to her "best friend" Xu Yan and painted her face to look neither human nor ghost, with Barbie pink lipstick, middle school girl clothes, and a "Shamat" hairstyle, in order to deceive the original owner that this was the most popular hairstyle.

This directly led to the original owner being looked down upon by many people at that time. Coupled with Xu Yan's words, the original owner's popularity was completely ruined.

None of the new season clothes in Yingyuan were worn, and she just took them away.

Later, because the original owner had hit her head, the doctor was unable to sew it up, so he simply asked someone to remove the makeup on the original owner's face. After the makeup was removed, even the doctor, who had seen many people, couldn't help but wonder what this woman had experienced.

Such a pretty face has to be made up in such a strange way. The doctor really doesn't understand the aesthetic taste of contemporary girls.

After Jiang Mingjiao changed her clothes, she opened the door and just as she reached the stairs, she saw Fu Heng walking down from the third floor.

The boy was wearing a silver jacket today, with a few strands of hair sticking up, and the orchid-colored earrings made him look more bold and energetic like a young man.

Fu Heng saw Jiang Mingjiao just leaving the house and remembered that she had been holding him while eating last night. He wondered if he should say hello to her today.

A few days ago, Fu Heng would have ignored her, so much so that now she didn't even know how to greet her.

Jiang Mingjiao looked at the young man who was standing at the stairs with one hand in his pocket, with a rather arrogant temperament. Now, there was a look of restraint and embarrassment on his face that anyone with a discerning eye could see, and she couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile.

It was this smile that stunned the maid working next to her. In the past, she thought that even though the lady's face was beautiful, it was not so lively and elegant. But today's smile made the new maid blush.

Fu Heng, who was also facing the impact of Jiang Mingjiao's beauty, was dazzled. He couldn't help but sigh that the reason why he was so handsome was a little bit related to her.

"Aheng, good morning!"

He has always been the bully in the kindergarten, but now he doesn’t even dare to look at Jiang Mingjiao’s face, and whispers “Good morning, good morning”.

After saying that, he ran downstairs.

"Ma'am, breakfast is ready."

"Yeah, okay."

Before, my wife would usually sleep until around ten o'clock in the morning, and the servants would bring breakfast to her room, so the dining room became just a decoration.

But since the madam was discharged from the hospital, this manor seems to have a little more popularity. The madam will walk to the dining table on time, and the young master will also get up early to eat breakfast. Now there is a children's chair prepared in the dining room.

Moreover, the young master had specifically asked Aunt Zhang to move his child's chair to the place closest to Jiang Mingjiao.

Fu Heng's idea is very simple. He is still a baby and needs adult care. In fact, he just wants to be closer to Jiang Mingjiao so that he can smell her milk fragrance every morning. But he won't say it.

This is the happiest moment of Fu Heng's day.

Aunt Zhang served seven or eight kinds of breakfast on the table, steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings, soy milk, fried dough sticks, eggs, milk, and toast...

Fu Heng looked at the plate in front of him with his least favorite vegetable on it and thought about picking it out, but he didn't want to ruin the impression of a good boy that he had worked so hard to create in Jiang Mingjiao's heart.

He impatiently poked the vegetables on the plate with a fork until they were crushed into a ball and became inedible.

"Squeak-squeak--" The fork made a harsh sound as it hit the plate.

"Fu Heng," Jiang Mingjiao's low voice sounded.

It’s over.

During this time, Fu Heng also figured out Jiang Mingjiao's temper. She called him Ah Heng when she was happy, and only called him Fu Heng when she was angry.

Fu Heng lowered his head, waiting for Jiang Mingjiao to beat him up like before, after all, he did not follow the Fu family's table etiquette.

It was not until a pair of chopsticks was stuffed into his hands that he realized Jiang Mingjiao was standing behind him. She stretched out her hand and directly wrapped his small hand with her big hand.

A soft touch and a warm feeling surrounded Fu Heng. Is this his mother's hand?

"Today I will teach you how to use chopsticks."

"Why do we need to use chopsticks? Normally, steak is eaten with a knife and fork. Chopsticks would seem out of place," Fu Heng couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Mingjiao patiently took the chopsticks from Fu Heng's hand, and held the chopsticks in her straight and slender hands, like a perfect work of art.

"Although chopsticks are not as easy to use as forks, they represent the etiquette and civilization of our country. They are also engraved in our bones and are indelible."

“A good fork is not as good as a pair of familiar chopsticks.”

Fu Heng sensed respect for etiquette and civilization in Jiang Mingjiao's tone.

At this moment, she seemed like a real lady from ancient times. Her every word and action revealed her cultivation and elegance.

"The upper part of the chopsticks and the lower circle represent the round sky and square earth, and the hand holds the chopsticks in the middle when using them, which symbolizes the unity of heaven, earth and man. The length of the chopsticks is seven inches and six points, which refers to the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, reminding us to restrain our own virtues and be as upright as the bamboo chopsticks in our hands." The chopsticks in Jiang Mingjiao's hand seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil in her explanation.

"It may look like an inconspicuous pair of chopsticks, but it actually reflects our indelible national cohesion."

"Why do we use chopsticks? Because they represent our patriotism."

Fu Heng just stared at Jiang Mingjiao blankly. What attracted him most at this moment was not her appearance, but the temperament she exuded.

At this moment, it seemed as if something was stirring in Fu Heng's heart. The blood in his body seemed to be reawakened by Jiang Mingjiao's words, and there was an unsuppressible emotion in his heart.