Make the Worst of It

Beiming Lan's mouth was covered by his nonsense. What kind of logic was this?

[Fang Zhi was a noble Crown Prince, but he actually asked for a favor?] What a joke. Wouldn't it be easy for him to get that Su JinShao?

"I understand the Crown Prince's intentions."

"Yet, Fang Zhi had a sneer on his face." No, how could you understand? You wouldn't understand. "

Yes, no one would understand, his poor, pathetic feelings were nowhere to be found.

He left the hall by himself, leaving behind only the pitiful and pitiful Beiming Lan.

Her fists were clenched tightly as her tears fell drop by drop onto the floor. The tears were broken, but they shone resplendently.

You know there is one, but you know there is one!

"Crown Princess, why are you sitting on the ground? Get up."