Meng Jifang thought Xie Qiao seemed to be even more pitiful now.
Previously, there had been a commotion. Everyone had said that the Crown Prince wanted to marry a Taoist master who was more than ten years older than him as the Princess Consort. Later, it was suddenly changed to Xie Qiao. At that time, he had thought the Crown Prince dragged Xie Qiao in to make up the number.
As expected, Xie Qiao was nothing to the Crown Prince.
He was really a demon.
Meng Jifang felt a little uneasy. He thought the Crown Prince had poor taste.
Xie Qiao... was a little weak, but she was quite good-looking, no? She was much better looking than his future cousin-in-law, Dong Xiyun. What was so good about this old and rough witch compared to that delicate young lady?
In reality, he did not have much contact with Xie Qiao. He just thought the young lady's ability to tame horses was quite good…
At this moment, Xie Qiao was faintly looking at the sky.
