Yelü Miaomiao's lips curled into a sneer of disdain as she said languidly, "We lasted just ten days and nights."
"We lasted a month!"
"We lasted three months!"
"You're bluffing!"
"You're the one bluffing!"
"..."
The two women glared at each other, sparks flying, neither wanting their man to be outdone in this regard.
After a long stare, the two women stopped competing.
Everyone was an adult, suddenly feeling that such behavior was very childish, and arguing over such private matters was completely unbecoming of their status.
However, both were of a proud, unyielding nature.
Yelü Miaomiao muttered, "This matter is impossible to prove, and there's no use arguing about it, but my husband is definitely handsomer than yours. He is a genuine handsome man."
Qu Hongling scoffed, "Yanrong men are all rough; they can't compare to my husband. You, as Princess Yelü, haven't seen my man. If you had, you might throw yourself into his arms."
