"Jing'er, this, you…." Madam Ye looked at her daughter who was holding on to the Young Master's hand and not letting go, she didn't know what to do.
Did she have a sweetheart already? Was it this Young Master in red? No wonder, even though she had agreed to marry the Crown Prince and be his side concubine, she had fallen ill. Was she lovesick?
When she thought of this, her eyes couldn't help but heat up and her tears fell again. Her poor daughter...
"Jing'er, why are you holding on to the Young Master's hand? This, this is not proper." Father Ye said when he saw that Young Master Feng hadn't pulled his hand away. Instead, he had held his daughter's hands in his own. He couldn't help but widen his eyes.
This young boy was too bold, he actually dared touch his daughter's hands in front of his eyes. This kid! He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes!
