Zheng Lianxin, who was barely dressed, and the two men who were only in the middle, knelt down in front of Xuanyuan Han and Zheng Guogong.

at this time, Zheng Lianxin hasn't recovered from the shock. Her face is dull. She doesn't understand how all this happened. Why does she feel like sleeping, but when she wakes up, she faces such embarrassment? Looking at the two people sitting on it, the prince with a black face, the grandfather with a bitter face, Zheng Lianxin wants to cry without tears. How can she explain such things? It has nothing to do with her?

"prince, Grandpa..." Zheng pitifully cried. What should she...