"Does your young lady seem to have taken a liking to the Fourth Prince?"
Zi Xia turned her head to look at her, and after a long while, she said, "Somewhat."
Upon hearing this, Xuexue couldn't help but internally retch. Even if she were to secretly love a pig or a dog, she would never harbor feelings for someone despicable like Zhang Ruixuan.
The lessons from her past life were too profound, the pain of being flayed, the vengeance for her killed daughter, felt as though they happened just yesterday. Deep inside her heart, the bone-piercing pain especially tormented her during the quiet nights and in dreams.
Xuexue remained silent, and Zi Xia asked again, "Miss, did this servant guess correctly?"
"Wrong."
"Huh?" Zi Xia sounded somewhat disappointed and said, "Miss, why don't you fancy the Fourth Prince? In terms of birth, appearance, and knowledge, the Fourth Prince is top-notch. In Moli Country, it's hard to find another such elegantly outstanding man."
"Is that so?"
