Xiao'er withdrew her repeatedly scrutinized hand and thick-skinnedly said, "Princess, I'm simply not interested in dancing. I prefer sword and spear dances. Besides, I was born with a delicate beauty, I wouldn't want to roughen up my hands."
Why did this feeling of being treated as a confidante feel so bad?
"Your face is thicker than the skin of a pig!" Princess Ling'er rolled her eyes after hearing Xiao'er's words.
Xiao'er glanced at her and then at her hands. On purpose, she raised one hand and spun it in front of Shangguan Xuanyi, "Brother Shangguan, is my hand pretty?"
Shangguan Xuanyi nodded, "It's as beautiful as it can be!"
The color drained from Princess Ling'er's face after hearing this. She must have done it on purpose!
