Snowflakes danced in the air, and the Princess Consort's body shivered,
Her phoenix eyes bulged, almost splitting at the seams.
The already generous expanse of fabric at her chest now outlined an even more breathtaking protective curve.
Heaving uncontrollably.
She's damned, truly damned!
She had always known there wasn't a single good man in the world.
Especially this fiend, who in just a few short days, had become another's husband.
She was absolutely…
Madness personified!
With rage consuming her heart, the little maid also stood there gawking at the scene, watching the Demon Lord's austere silhouette amidst the snowstorm, and beholding Guan Qinghan flying in the air, as beautiful as a fairy.
A profound sense of inferiority welled up within her.
She took out a small copper mirror, looked at her own slightly chubby baby-faced reflection, then at the simple hairpin in her hair.
