Invite the princess to enjoy the meal

Chapter 27

The woman strode out after she finished speaking, obviously she didn't recognize An Qingxi's identity.

An Qingxi lowered her eyebrows and thought for a while, wiped off the water stains on her hands, and bowed her head out of the western kitchen amidst the urging sounds from outside.

As soon as she went out, she realized that she wasn't the only one, the maids in twos and threes trotted in one direction,

I didn't see the little girl Hawthorn either. Could something have happened?

She didn't think much and immediately followed, and when she reached an open space, she found Hawthorn among the crowd.

I saw her showing a frustrated look towards her, which shows that she was also caught by mistake.

"Hurry up, hurry up, why are you dawdling!" a woman in charge shouted loudly.

An Qingxi immediately mingled into the group of maids burning the fire, found Little Hawthorn, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Little Hawthorn cried softly, "It is said that a nobleman took a fancy to the cook in our house, and the eldest lady sent someone to send it over, but the nobleman was dissatisfied. Now the eldest lady seems to want to send all the people in the western kitchen to him. In the past, let that nobleman pick and choose."

An Qingxi twitched the corners of her mouth, it was indeed a rich man with a disease of wealth.

Seeing that the lady didn't respond, Little Shanzha became anxious, "Miss, the slaves can't get away, you leave first, I think they won't embarrass you."

An Qingxi shook her head, "It's too late."

More than a dozen people who looked like guards walked around the crowd and ordered them to move forward.

Seeing that she was about to leave the backyard, Little Shanzha panicked, "What should I do?"

"It's okay, just go out for a walk."

An Qingxi comforted her mouth, but in fact, she knew very well that Little Hawthorn would appear among the servants of the West Kitchen. She reported her identity, and I am afraid that no one would pay attention.

But she thought, they should just pack up to fill up the number of people, and they will be back soon, with no loss.

After a series of things happened, An Qingxi recalled today and realized that she was really naive.

Four or five carriages stopped at the back door, and they were driven up like ducks. An Qingxi and a group of fire maids squeezed into a carriage. Fortunately, Little Shanzha was strong enough to squeeze out a good place for her .

She didn't expect that she could leave the mansion so quickly. After the carriage drove out of the Hou's mansion, she wanted to reach out to open the window, but after pushing for a long time, she found that the window was sealed, so she had to give up.

"Woooo—I don't want to die!"

At this time, a little girl next to her began to cry softly, and this crying made everyone in the car start to sob.

An Qingxi didn't know why, "What's there to cry about?"

Maid A asked, "You don't know where we're going, do you?"

Little Hawthorn shook her head and answered for her, "Isn't it from a noble man's house?"

Maid B said, "No wonder you are not worried at all, we are going to the Seventh Prince's Mansion."

An Qingxi was confused, "So?"

The servant girl C cried and said, "The Seventh Prince is a well-known dude in our capital. It is rumored that he has a hideous face, is ruthless, eats people's hearts, drinks human blood, is cruel and violent, and his favorite thing is to beat people with a whip for fun. Those who offend him will not die." He is also disabled, a servant like us, if he is not happy, he will be killed casually, we, we are afraid that we will not be able to go back—"

When the words fell, everyone hugged their heads and cried.

Nalanyan sneezed, "Which bastard is speaking ill of you behind your back?"

Bai Ye immediately replied, "That's because the master's reputation is far and wide."

"Yes, it's all about jealousy."

　(An'an: Don't you want a wife? Come on, I'll send it to you!
　　Nalanyan: But someone spoke ill of me in front of my wife!What if my wife has a bad impression of me?

　　An An: Well, Your Highness thinks, do you still have such a thing as a good impression?
　　Updater: The next update will arrive at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning. )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)