"What brings the concubine here?" Lin Jiaojiao's smile was gentle, as if the person in front of her were simply a guest visiting.
She had never considered anyone as a love rival, and Yan Sihan had not given her a chance to.
If she had a love rival in the future, she would leave without hesitation; liking Yan Sihan did not count as a rival, only those Yan Sihan liked were considered so.
Apparently, from beginning to end, Yan Sihan had no feelings for Zhao Shuang Er, not even a nominal care or pity.
She did not pity Zhao Shuang Er. When one's feelings are unrequited, they have only themselves to blame.
If Yan Sihan hadn't liked her, she wouldn't have stayed in Prince Manor. Perhaps it was because she was spoiled by her big brother and her maternal family in her childhood that her opinions differed from other women.
