"Grand Eunuch Bai must be right. I believe Miss Aran is the one." An Chang was, in fact, a die-hard fan of Aran. The first time he had been assigned to the Chengyang Courtyard, he had been so nervous that he nearly dropped the famille rose Eight Immortals ruyi vase he was polishing. Aran, who happened to be monitoring the room, had caught the vase just before it hit the floor and then held a finger to her lips, gesturing for him to stay quiet. That single act had saved his life.
Aran was such a wonderful person; how could she not be the future Princess Consort? In any case, he was convinced she would be. No matter how hard Grand Eunuch Bai whipped him, he refused to retract his words.
"Oh, you stubborn brat! Still refusing to admit you're wrong, are you? Fine. Guards, lock him in the woodshed. No food or water!" Believing that one’s mouth is the source of misfortune, Grand Eunuch Bai felt An Chang needed a harsh lesson.
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