Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 1220

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1211: Pure and Unsullied, Orchid Heart, Fragrance of a Lady_1 Chapter 1220: Chapter 1211: Pure and Unsullied, Orchid Heart, Fragrance of a Lady_1 The winter plum blossoms were in full bloom in the back flower garden, their delicate flowers undeterred by the severe cold, embodying the Hundred Blossoms, fragrant and enchanting.

Familiar noblewomen chatted and laughed amongst the plum blossoms, their pearl hairpins and tassels swaying, the sounds of joy and laughter never ceasing.

Princesses from the countries of Nanxun and Xichu arrived one after another.

Third Lady Lin, on behalf of the Duchess of Zhen, personally arrived at the front door to greet them and accompanied the two princesses into the warm pavilion.

Inside the warm pavilion, the Duchess of Zhen, Ye Xue’e, and Second Aunt Lin were there to meet and greet the princesses with smiles when they entered.

Both princesses were at a wonderful age, one charmingly beautiful and the other graceful and dignified, which brought endless joy to the Duchess of Zhen, her eyes smiling with creases.

“The Princess of Xijin has arrived!”

Another young servant loudly announced, breaking the harmonious atmosphere in the warm pavilion.

The Duchess of Zhen’s face suddenly darkened, and she glared discontentedly at Second Aunt Lin.

Third Lady Lin and Second Aunt Lin exchanged glances, both seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes, and exclaimed in unison, “It can’t be! We didn’t send an invitation to the Princess of Xijin.”

“The invitation was written by Fourth Brother himself and delivered to the princess by the Prince of Xijin.”

Lin Qingluo entered the warm pavilion in a green dress, looking heroic and clean-cut.

“Qingluo, what did you just say?”

Second Aunt Lin, as if hearing an illusion, incredulously asked again: “You just said the invitation was written by Jinyun?”

“Yes, Fourth Brother personally wrote it.”

Lin Qingluo’s smile was shallow and enchanting, exuding a sense of unquestionable authority.

“Brother Yun, he…”

Just as Third Lady Lin was about to speak, the curtain of the warm pavilion was lifted from outside, and a graceful young girl entered.

About fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a plain, smoke-green silk dress.

Her delicate and beautiful little face was untouched by rouge or powder, like a pear blossom washed by rainwater. Her long eyelashes trembled lightly, and her eyes were as clear and serene as a misty lake.

She was pure and refined, the embodiment of orchids and fragrant herbs!

No wonder Fourth Brother was smitten at first sight, willing to go against his grandmother’s wishes for her, and even secretly asked his sister for help, fearing she would be harshly treated and wronged by their grandmother.

Lin Qingluo’s eyes sparkled, showing her admiration for Xuanyuan Qing in her delicate brows and eyes.

Xuanyuan Qing kneeled and bowed: “Xuanyuan Qing, the Eldest Princess of Xijin, pays homage to Her Majesty the Empress.”

“No need to be formal, Princess. Please rise.”

Lin Qingluo took two steps forward and offered her hand to help her up.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Xuanyuan Qing grew up in the palace, neither pompous nor humble, her every move imbued with the etiquette of the imperial family, which made her especially pleasing to the eye.

“Is she the Princess of Xijin?”

“She looks quite pretty, but what a pity.”

Ye Xue’e and Third Lady Lin shared the same sentiment when they thought of her being abducted, showing expressions of regret.

The eyelashes of the Xichu Princess trembled, and she glanced at Xuanyuan Qing, scorn flashing in her eyes.

Xuanyuan Qing’s brows and eyes were relaxed, as if she hadn’t heard the ladies’ whispers. Her back was straight, revealing no trace of fear.

“Why did she come? The Duke of Zhen’s Mansion does not welcome those with tarnished reputations.”

The Duchess of Zhen suddenly spoke, her face stern and reproachful.

Xuanyuan Qing’s right fist clenched tightly, trying her best to suppress her grief and indignation.

With her acute senses, Lin Qingluo caught every minute change in Xuanyuan Qing’s expression and sighed inwardly. She turned her eyes to her grandmother and showed a sweet smile.

“Grandmother, I dare to swear on my life that the princess is flawless and untainted, and rumors cannot be trusted.”

“Oh my, my precious girl, there’s no need for such a vow. Your grandmother trusts you. We’ll spit out and dismiss the idea of you making such a vow, and you must not make rash vows in the future.”

Facing her granddaughter, the Duchess of Zhen’s face changed in an instant.