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Chapter 109 Should be called "Husband"

Wrong call?Xilan didn't know, so her suspicious eyes turned between the two, and finally settled on An Deshun, "Didn't you just call it that?"

Hearing this, An Deshun had a look of resentment, "I am a slave, so of course I have to be called son. But you are not. Look at your clothes, where is it worn by a slave?"

Xilan looked down, and it was true that although the clothes were plain, the materials used to make the clothes were all brocade, which was indeed not at the same level as what An Deshun wore.

"Then what should my name be?" Xilan was very confused at the moment.

In the harem, concubines of the seventh rank and below are not only not eligible to live in the East and West Sixth Palaces, but their status is almost the same as that of slaves.Some people are even worse than the big maids in the palace of high-ranking concubines.So in Xilan's eyes, her identity has always been that of a slave.

Now, you can't call him Young Master, so what should you call him?Big brother?But their looks are very different, so they don't look like brothers and sisters.

Xilan was born into Xiaojiabiyu, but Ling Zimo was born with incomparable beauty. Even now that he has modified his makeup with a little disguise technique, he is still a very handsome man.Don't say they are brother and sister with her, I am afraid that even if they are distant relatives, others will not believe it.

"What's your name? Of course it's Husband!" An Deshun was anxious, why didn't Yan Changzai be half conscious.Aren't the emperor's concubines the emperor's wives?She deserves it.

"Ahem." Xilan almost choked on the food she just ate.

Husband?Did she hear correctly?These two words are not called casually, let alone a low-ranking concubine like her, even the queen can't call them that way.

How can the Son of Heaven be the same as ordinary people?

Xilan looked at Ling Zimo hesitantly, thinking that he would reject An Deshun's proposal.In the end, he didn't say a word, just acquiesced.

An Deshun also briefly explained to her the identities they played along the way—a businessman and his wife selling goods outside, and some details that need to be paid attention to.

"Do you understand?" After An Deshun finished speaking, he clarified it like Xilan.

"Understood." Xilan nodded. "The role of madam is very easy to play, less talk and less mistakes, everything should be done by Ling Zimo.

After eating breakfast, they didn't stay in the city any longer, they got into the car and left the city as fast as they could.

Although the exterior of the carriage is simple, the objects inside are all exquisite and unique.At this moment, Xilan, as Ling Zimo's "wife", is also fortunate to follow him and enjoy the treatment of this noble son.

Of course, it would be better without that wound on the wrist.

As time went on, the pain in the wrist not only did not decrease, but intensified.Presumably he sprained his backhand when he pinned it down.

"What's wrong with you?" A jade chime-like voice fell into Xilan's ears.At some point, Ling Zimo noticed something wrong with her complexion.

"It's nothing..." Xilan quickly shook her head, expressing that she was fine.If you say that you were hurt by him just now, wouldn't that be blaming him?

Frowning and staring at Xilan for a moment, Ling Zimo's eyes finally fell on the wrist she was covering, "I hurt you in the morning?"

"No." Xilan lowered her head, not daring to look at him.Lying in front of him is really uncomfortable.

Ling Zimo pursed his lips and looked at Xilan for a while. Seeing that she still refused to admit it, he took her sprained hand and pulled up her sleeve to check.

The eyes were red and swollen, obviously seriously injured, "Is this what you said was not hurt? Huh?" Obviously, he was very displeased with Xilan's concealment.

(End of this chapter)