Zhao Jialing was frustrated, she was unwilling.
She was a princess, she could not stalk Feng Yingying, that commoner, and watch her, could she?
"I've met her and talked to her, what else can I do? In such a short time, unless the heavens take Feng Yingying's worthless life, with Master Wen's character, he would definitely marry her! Think of a solution for me..." Zhao Jialing led her people and settled at a quiet place. She could not stop sighing.
Young Lady Zhou had been a little distracted. She was not thinking about Feng Yingying and Xie Qiao, but another young lady.
That young lady looked like someone…
Who exactly did she look like?
She could not remember…
How could the young ladies around Zhao Jialing really think of a solution for her? Their arms were not that long, and they were not related to Wen Lancheng, so they could not do anything about it even if they wanted to!
