Everyone looked at Jiang Mian.
In Bai Zhi'er's eyes, Jiang Mian's demeanor was gentle and quiet.
Although her current body had a sallow complexion and was petite.
The whole person seemed pitiable from long-term hunger.
Jiang Mian rubbed her somewhat rough hands: "If I returned to my own body, I could still marry my cousin."
"But, if Jiang Ying uses Cuicui's body, not only would she have to endure the illness of this body, she might not be able to become Princess Qing."
Jiang Ying was anxious: "This body is originally yours, Mianmian, don't suffer this grievance because of me, I still want to return it to you!"
However, Jiang Mian shook her head with a smile.
She held Jiang Ying's hand and said gently: "I know you will cherish this body, and that's enough."
"My cousin won't despise me, but if you go to the Imperial Mansion, without a healthy body, you can't prosper and have offspring."
"So, you need it more. Since we sisters are destined, let's not be overly courteous."
