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Ye Qingluan said.

This time, when she returned home, there would be a banquet for her.

Ye Qingluan said.

Everyone in the manor missed her.

Ye Qingluan said.

When the time came, he would find her a husband with good luck and looks.

Zhao Shuning could still accept it two days ago, but what the hell was this last one?

"Mother, I'm still young, right?"

"You're not young anymore. When I was your age, I was already engaged to your father."

Zhao Shuning said, "I don't want to discuss this matter so quickly."

However, Ye Qingluan sighed.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"You like that young prince in the carriage, don't you?"

"Oh, I didn't."

Ye Qingluan stood up. The carriage was relatively stable, and as she walked back and forth, she didn't look crooked at all.

"Yan'Er, you've never brought anyone with you. He's the first one."

"No, Mother, because —"