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Miss Wang rushed in like a gust of wind and burst into tears upon seeing Qiao Mai.

"Sister, I regret it. I don't want to become a Princess."

"There's no such thing as a remedy for regret."

"Ever since I came to the Capital, I haven't had a good day. I have to learn etiquette with all those rules and restrictions. I don't want to live like this. How can I be a caged canary?"

"It won't be long now. After the wedding, you'll be the young mistress of Prince Shunqin's residence. Who would dare make you follow all those rules then?"

Wang Jiaru nestled in Qiao Mai's arms. "With the Queen and princess consort above, what am I?!"

"Then, take good care of your health and live well. Once you outlast them, you'll become the true mistress of Prince Shunqin's residence."

"You make it sound easy, but how many years will it take?"

"Did you come here on your own?"

"No. Mother and Zihao are with Grandmother."