"Your brother doesn't love me. He is arrogant. He lied to me," Xiana vented her frustrations to Su Ning. In the palace, if there was someone closest woman to her age, that was Su Ning.
Dressed in flowing silk garments with delicate hues of cherry blossoms, they were seated on intricately carved wooden chairs, positioned near a low table adorned with a set of porcelain tea set.
Su Ning nodded, understanding Xiana's predicament. "Brother Licheng has a habit of keeping secrets. By now, the Crown Princess should be aware of this," she offered in consolation.
"I never imagined he would do this to me. I never once hesitated to tell him about the problems I face. Why can't he do the same?" Xiana muttered.
