The shouts of fighting outside could no longer startle her.
She slowly sat down on the chair, picked up the colored glaze mirror beside her, and carefully began to adorn herself.
She let down her cloud-like long hair, picked up the comb, and carefully combed it out before twisting it into a Flying Cloud bun and inserting the wooden hairpin she had worn on her wedding night.
This wooden hairpin was none other than the Crown Prince—her nominal husband Zhao Heng's favorite object!
Since childhood, she had always followed his figure. But as a mere attendant, that majestic silhouette seemed so out of reach for her!
Yet, it didn't prevent her from secretly keeping him in her heart.
The moment she learned she had been chosen for the Crown Prince by Zhao Dun, she was ecstatic! The next moment, when she heard she was actually meant to surveil the Crown Prince, her heart felt like it was being cut to pieces!
