Jiang Yuan's willow-shaped eyebrows furrowed, witnessing the relationship between Anjing and Baibai develop from the beginning. She was merely fourteen years old when, to secure Baibai's ascension to the throne, she gambled her own life without hesitation, eliminating Leng Youchen, the greatest obstacle.
How could such deep feelings change so easily?
"Baibai, don't spout nonsense," Jiang Yuan scolded. "Anjing's affection for you is plain for all to see. She wouldn't change her heart; you must have confidence in her and not doubt her feelings for you."
"No, she really fell in love with Leng Youchen. The way she looks at him is just like how she used to look at me—full of adoration and emotion. Her eyes have room only for him, and she defended him in front of me. She never used to do that; she has fallen for Leng Youchen," Leng Yanbo murmured in agony.
