Song Yichen threw a dirty look at Zhao Xingzhi. "Senior Brother Zhao, in case you haven't noticed, Feng Wu is looking everywhere for His Royal Highness with a bunch of immortal flowers in her hands."
Zhao Xingzhi said grumpily, "Practically all the girls are in love with the crown prince — nine out of ten girls in this grove are like that. Ask around, if you don't believe me."
He wasn't wrong. Jun Linyuan outshone all teenagers of his age. Even someone like Young Lord Feng was a commoner in comparison, let alone these students.
Zhao Xingzhi said, "I know that. It's only normal for her to like His Royal Highness, but there's no way that His Royal Highness will like her back. Therefore, I still have a chance."
Shu Yunruo glanced at Zhao Xingzhi with his brooding, sharp eyes, and asked, "Why don't you think His Royal Highness will like her back?"
