The younger sister sobbed and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry, I was rude."
"It's fine, it's fine." Shi Xi's lips twitched. "Take your time."
The younger sister bit her lip, leaving white marks on her red lips. "Miss Shi, you can't marry Brother Ryan."
Shi Xi thought to herself, 'Here it comes, here it comes. My childhood sweetheart, my love sister, the supporting actress is here!'
"Because you like Ryan?" Shi Xi guessed.
"No, it's not because of this." The younger sister's fair cheeks were flushed red. She mustered up her courage and said, "Brother Ryan is the heir to the throne. He can only choose a princess from among the noble ladies. If he marries you, he will lose the right to inherit the throne!"
"So what if I'm not a noble socialite?" Shi Xi's stubborn temper flared up. "What era are we in now? Why are you openly discriminating against civilians?"
