Chapter 3303: The God in My Heart: The Princess’s Yandere Musician (54)

at this time--

Jin Zhong was still discussing matters with Prince Ning Chengjie in the study with a serious look on his face. He had no idea that the eldest son he had fancied for so many years was actually a lowly concubine in his impression.

While Lin Jiayun was still comforting Jin Ningfu with sincere words, Jin Shuotian, who had a headache, ran out to have a good time and drink.

"Mother!" Jin Ningfu pouted, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face: "Why do you think that eldest princess can suppress Brother Jie!"

She will be the crown princess in the future, and she doesn't want to still be oppressed by that Ning Bai.

Especially in recent days, the prince brother seems to be in a worse and worse mood, and his status in the capital has also...

This made Jin Ningfu, who had always dreamed of being a queen, anxious.

"Shut up." Lin Jiayun frowned, covered Jin Ningfu's mouth, and stopped her from speaking. She said in a low and serious voice: "You are not allowed to talk about the eldest princess in private."

"No one can hear me." Jin Ningfu muttered softly.

"That's not okay." Lin Jiayun reprimanded softly: "You are the eldest daughter of the Jin family and now the princess. You must pay attention to everything you say and do without making the slightest mistake. Did you forget about the last banquet so quickly? Why not? Don’t have a long memory.”

"I know!" Jin Ningfu said coquettishly, "I'm just worried about the prince brother."

"This is political affairs. You are a girl, so you don't need to know anything." Lin Jiayun sighed, "Now you stay with the prince, do your best to comfort him, attend more noble banquets, and make connections. This is the best."

Jin Ningfu was anxious and couldn't listen at all. She pouted and said nothing.

And at this time,

The maid next to Lin Jiayun walked in with her head lowered, saluted respectfully, and whispered softly: "Madam, someone wants to see you."

"who?"

"This... I don't know you." The maid hesitated for a moment, carefully recalled the face she just saw, and said with some uncertainty: "But I feel familiar... I forgive you for being bold, maybe it was the nanny who delivered the baby." ”

"Nanny?" Lin Jiayun frowned slightly, unable to guess, but she felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart, as if she was pressing for something. The sudden emotion surprised even herself, "After so many years, I have come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to do this. What."

Obviously.

Such questions.

Only after meeting the person in person can you have a chance to get the answer.

"Ningfu, you go back first." Almost subconsciously, Lin Jiayun avoided Jin Ningfu.

Jin Ningfu's mind was not here and she didn't care about such things at all, so she said good and walked out directly.

On the way out, Jin Ningfu happened to bump into a middle-aged woman who was led in by a maid. She glanced at her casually.

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.

Princess Mansion.

A snow-white dove circled a few times in the blue sky, made a chirp, swooped down from the high sky, and flew directly to the study room of the princess's mansion.

The princess was dealing with the recent political affairs in the court when she suddenly heard a call. She turned her eyes slightly, and her pupils were dyed with bits of gold against the halo of light. She just happened to see the dove staying on the window lattice, fluttering. With snow-white wings and a small thing wrapped around its slender dove legs, its eyes were staring in the direction of the girl.

Ranbai took a look, stood up with a calm expression, walked to the window, and took out a rolled note from Pigeon's leg.

It's a letter.

The pigeon stood obediently on the window lattice, very docile, lying down to rest.

The girl next to her has picturesque eyebrows and long eyelashes that droop lightly.

The snow-white slender fingers slowly opened and smoothed the letter, and what came into view were the elegant and sharp fonts.

It is self-evident who the person who sent the message through the flying pigeon is.

Ranbai narrowed his eyes and looked at each word.