Lin Jiaojiao patted Zhu Qianqian's hand, taking a detailed look at her. Before Madam Wang could reply, she continued: "However, my cousin is indeed a beauty of exceptional charm, and only a noble family of princes and high officials would be worthy of her."
With these words, Zhu Qianqian's face turned red. Her mother often said that she wanted her to marry into the noble families of the Capital.
But she knew her worth and what kind of life she wanted, so she didn't have any unrealistic expectations. She only hoped to marry someone she deeply loved. Even if their life was hard, she would stand by him until old age.
"Your Highness, your praise is too great. My daughter is nowhere near as good as you say," Madam Wang said modestly, but she was overjoyed at heart.
She never expected that the Regent King's Consort would be so gullible, easily swayed by a few words.
