At this moment, within the carriage ahead, the Eighth Princess lifted the curtain, placing her hand on Bai Xian's arm, and alighted from the carriage.
Lian San discreetly curled her lips.
Though she's lecherous, she only fancies men, not women. Moreover... although everyone thinks she's simple-minded and an airhead, in reality... she's just rather carefree, not truly foolish.
She doesn't quite like this person. And that "this person" refers precisely to the Eighth Princess!
Lian San glanced at Bai Xian, dressed in all white, and thought to herself, why can't this person see clearly? From the actions of the Concubine, one could tell that this Concubine was no good match; it's truly a flower stuck in cow dung!
Of course, in Lian San's mind, that flower is Bai Xian! However, the noble Eighth Princess became the cow dung in her heart.
