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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three: It's Hard(2/2)

Murong Haochen, who was sitting alone, was already holding tea and drinking it leisurely. This fragrant tea was indeed her favorite.

He raised his eyes and saw her coming, smiled and said, "Sit down."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yilan looked at the two of them and quickly refused: "If you have something important to discuss in detail, I won't interrupt you."

Seeing this, he did not stop her, but he was puzzled and asked: "What did you say to her?"

Seeing his worried look, she smiled with her eyes and said, "I'm afraid she is used to the favor you give her and has forgotten her duty. She just gave you some warnings, it's okay."

"Lan'er and I have an additional identity. Naturally, you will feel that no matter how much the identity is forgotten, it still cannot be changed. But in the palace, we really cannot forget our true identity."

Although he didn't know the content of the conversation between the two of them, listening to his words, he knew that he was definitely asking Lan'er not to overstep her limits. But to him, he didn't care at all.

There was no gap between them, but it made her even more worried.

Although Ye Xunyu's words are correct, his identity cannot be changed at all. What needs to be changed is to protect himself in the harem.

She slowly stopped and couldn't help but look back at the back figure in the pavilion.

The tense heart keeps wandering around, like a string being plucked that messes up the strings, unable to stop peacefully.

Looking at the white magnolia, the moment it fell to the ground, you should know that everything can't just depend on him. In the harem, there are so many pairs of eyes staring at it, even if they don't make any movement at the moment, they are afraid that it will be like last time...
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