The Seventh Princess watched Hua Yan's retreating figure and couldn't help but compare herself from head to toe with her. Afterwards, she despondently realized she had to admit she was not as beautiful as Hua Yan, not as tender and gentle as water, not as pleasing to the eye, and she did not love Lu Zhiling to the extent that she would rather die so decisively than marry her brother, the Crown Prince.
She couldn't compare, she couldn't compete in any aspect.
She squatted down, hugged her head, and began to sob softly.
Maid Fang heard everything that Hua Yan said clearly. She was shocked and didn't know how to comfort the Seventh Princess who was crying her heart out. For a moment, it felt like since the Crown Prince had moved from the Imperial Palace to the Eastern Palace when he was ten, it had been ten years, and today was the most chaotic and shocking day of all.
Her heart was still pounding fiercely.
