Luo Wanzhao came back to her senses, unwilling to let her sister feel sad, and smiled, "Of course Xiang'er is more beautiful."
"I told you," Luo Wanxiang raised her chin proudly, "How could there be a woman more beautiful than me in the world? Those people calling someone the number one beauty in the Capital have simply not seen true beauty; they are short-sighted! Sister, don't worry, once Shen Yinning becomes our brother-in-law's concubine, I'll make sure to teach her a lesson, so she doesn't become overly proud and forget her own place!"
Luo Wanzhao felt a bitterness rising in her heart: "She doesn't want to be the Prince's concubine."
"What?!"
