Shen Yunya didn't even bother to look at her as she continued patting the ointment gently on her face. "Mother, if she marries my brother, I won't be able to marry hers. Isn't it better for me to become a royal daughter-in-law instead?"
"You have a point. But my heart hurts looking at your face. You're about to get married. If not for this ointment, it'll be hard to apply makeup on your wedding day. Princess Zhaoyang was so vicious." Yuan Fangfei's heart ached at the sight of that tender and delicate face. "What are we going to do if your looks are ruined and the Crown Prince takes issue with it on your wedding night?"
At the mention of her wedding night, Shen Yunya's blushed in embarrassment and shyly turned away. "Mother," she admonished.
