"Your Majesty, people call her Zhuai’er..." 。" Oh, Zhuai'er 。“Qian Qingcheng touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. “Why do I always feel that Pei’er sounds better Zhuier Zhuier, it sounds...mily. Isn't that slapping you in the face" Night Old Madam naturally understood this logic. She hadn't spoken up before because she didn't like neither Xiao Old Madam nor Ye Wenyan... 。If no one p...