"Ah, State Duke An raised such a daughter, truly an eighth-generation bad luck."
Prince Heng watched the backs of the family of three fade away and sighed softly.
"It's more than eighth-generation bad luck."
Lin Caisang shook her head as she watched the backs of the family of three disappear into the distance.
"Just watch, this family will have to clean up plenty of messes left by their precious daughter in the future."
Considering Yuan Yingying's personality, Lin Changfeng already disliked her so much, yet she could still come over. Just now, she could see the relentless determination for Lin Changfeng in Yuan Yingying's eyes.
This kind of temperament is beyond correction. Whoever she marries in the future will just be unlucky.
However, right now, no one truly pays attention to someone like her.
"Zimo, Brother Changfeng, let's go back."
"Alright."
Sui Zimo gently responded, holding her hand as they walked out of the palace.
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