The Princess of Northern Land

"Old madam, don't say discouraging words. You will definitely live a long life." Aunt Qilan tried to persuade her with a cheerful face.

"You have been following me since you were eight years old. You have endured so much hardship following me for so many years. Although we are master and servant, I have always treated you as a sister. But look at the things in the house, I am afraid that after I go , they won’t treat you kindly.” As she spoke, the old lady’s tears flowed even more.

Ever since she lost her daughter and her husband died, the old lady no longer sheds tears. But now, all her suffering is flowing out with tears. Perhaps this is a kind of indulgence when she is about to die. "I want to entrust you to the prince. Only the prince can treat you well for the sake of serving me. The prince and the princess are both kind people, and they will not treat you badly."

"Old madam, please stop talking. This slave is not going anywhere, and has always been with the old lady. Wherever the old lady goes, the slave will go? You can't even think about entrusting the slave to the prince and princess. The slave is so old. Now, when we get to the palace, we can only cause trouble for the prince and princess." Aunt Qilan cried even harder. She has been an orphan since she was a child and has followed the old lady for many years. For her, the old lady is not only her master, but also her closest relative.

"I know my body. The prince and princess are kind-hearted. As long as you are good to them, they will never forget your kindness. Unlike the people in the mansion, all of them are white-eyed wolves. I am ashamed of the prince's advice. Ah, I actually brought them up like this. Over the years, I always felt that I owed them by bringing them to the North, so I just turned a blind eye to some things, but I didn't expect that they would get worse. , Becoming more and more pushy. Everything is my fault." After saying that, the old lady cried until she was out of breath.

Aunt Qilan was afraid that she would get angry, so she quickly diverted her attention, "All servants obey the old lady's instructions, and from now on they will follow the prince and the princess."

The old lady cried a little less after hearing this, "You follow them around, and I will feel relieved in the future."

Aunt Qilan forced a smile to make her happy, "I can't do anything else, slave. From now on, I can help the old lady look after the young prince."

When it came to children, the old lady finally became cheerful, "They are getting married and will have children soon. From now on, the prince will not feel uncomfortable during holidays."

Thinking of Prince Ling's depression during the holidays over the years, the old lady couldn't help but feel depressed again.

"Old madam, you got up early in the morning. It's best to catch up on some sleep now. You, please stop thinking so much. If the prince and princess know about it, you will have to worry about madam again." Mother Qilan had no choice but to put it aside in the end. Chu Suifeng and Lin Ziyin moved out.

"I'm really sleepy. I'll take a nap first. You can send the boxes in the inner room to the palace. You can deliver them in person, otherwise I won't worry." The old lady opened her eyes and stared at them.

"Old madam, why bother?" Grandma Qilan sighed. Although the things are good, the prince has no shortage of them and doesn't care about them. But the Marquis and the others were different. Judging from the expressions and reactions on their faces just now, they were clearly dissatisfied with the old lady.

"Do you think I do? But these things belong to Concubine De, and they can only waste them." The old lady looked very tired.

Aunt Qilan said nothing more, covered her with a quilt, then sighed and exited.

After a while, someone came in to help carry the box. There was very little movement, so as not to disturb the old lady.

The old lady was lying on the bed alone, laughing and crying, and fell asleep after a while.

"Are all these things going to be sent to the palace?" Li Jiesong stood at the door of the courtyard, looking at the servants busy carrying the boxes, his face turned red anxiously.