The brows were drawn, the blush was vivid, and the robe was woven from imperial tribute silk.
As she leaned forward with her slender fingers, stained with red polish, to pick up a bright red cherry to eat, Pingyang Princess paused at Tang Xiaobai's question and laughed awkwardly.
"It's not really a matter of liking..."
"Wasn't Gongsun Yi's official position something you helped with?"
"It was..."
Tang Xiaobai silently looked at her.
Pingyang Princess smiled, slowly took the handkerchief from the side, and leisurely wiped her fingers: "It's not really about liking him that much; it's just that I found the few poems he wrote flattering me rather well, so I had someone fill in a vacancy for him."
Tang Xiaobai found himself at a loss for words: "You do know it's flattery..."
