From the very beginning, Zhou Junlin's gaze had never once left Song Lianhe.
Song Lianhe held her head high, determined not to look like she was backing down!
Song Xilan frowned. She had indeed been rash. Without asking for the full story, she had instinctively believed Man Yue.
She was Princess Consort Ling now. In the future, she might become the Crown Princess Consort—the future Empress!
'How can I act based on personal preference? How can I show such blatant favoritism?'
'Especially in front of Zhou Junlin. This is even more mortifying!'
'My image in Zhou Junlin's mind has always been that of a wise and discerning woman. Even though my birth as a concubine's daughter is constantly criticized by those decrepit Officials, I believe that through my own hard work and ability, I will one day win them over!'
'Who would have thought that a mere, vulgar woman in this remote little town would nearly make me lose my composure!'
