Han Qianqian crossed her arms and leaned on the sofa, looking Song Qinghuan up and down. This woman wasn't ugly, but she was not good looking either.
What does her Emperor see in her after all?!
Now when she thinks about that day when the Emperor was kissing this woman in front of her, she feels inexplicably sad and filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Why couldn't it be her? What's wrong with her? Why can't it be her?
Song Qinghuan just let Han Qianqian stare, sitting quietly, also examining her.
It had to be said that Han Qianqian was very beautiful.
She was a brightly beautiful woman, likely around her own age. Even though her makeup was perfect and her features seemed delicate, it also made her seem more mature, as if she lost the charm of a woman her age.
"I asked you, how did you meet the Emperor and how did you seduce him?" Han Qianqian suddenly sat upright, staring at Song Qinghuan as she asked.
