Previously, Zhao Xuanjing praised Xie Qiao for being a good sister, but now he said she missed Mo Chusheng, this young lady?
Hmph.
Xie Qiao's face tensed up, "Yes, after not seeing you for a few days, junior brother's demeanor has become more and more radiant. Unlike me, I age quickly, and my face is full of wrinkles."
Zhao Xuanjing could sense her agitation all over her body.
However, he pretended not to see it. He moved closer to her ear and said with a smile, "Master always said that senior sister's beauty is unparalleled. In my heart, it is indeed so."
Xie Qiao gritted her teeth.
No, she knew her own face. Mo Chusheng was much uglier than her, how could she be as beautiful as her?
Xie Pinggang looked at the Crown Prince suspiciously, as if he was displeased with the Crown Prince's poor taste.
Look at this Taoist master. Her hair was smooth and black, but her face... was ordinary and boring. What was there to look at?
