Hua Yan looked at the seventh princess; within the royal family, she was the unruly one, a breed apart, defying change. But to her, this girl, pure as a little lamb, was nothing but a canary wrapped in gold and bejeweled pendants—pretty indeed, but no match for an eagle in the ways of the world.
No wonder her heart is so fragile, always breaking into tears at the slightest provocation.
Such willful disobedience of a royal scion is hardly worth mentioning before her.
She suddenly asked, "Why do you like Lu Zhiling?"
Upon hearing this, the princess's face flushed red, and she whispered, "Four years ago, I sneaked out of the palace alone to play in the streets. There, I encountered a bully, and he was the one who beat up the ruffian and saved me. After learning who I was, he escorted me to the Eastern Palace."
