Zhong Qiao looked at Ji Ruyan with eyes full of worry.
Ji Ruyan watched her with amusement and handed her the mirror, "Yes, I will help."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Qiao's reflection in the mirror broke into a radiant smile.
Looking at a different version of herself in the mirror, Zhong Qiao's cheeks flushed with a bashful glow as she smiled, further revealing the demure charm of a young lady.
"So, what should I do next?"
Zhong Qiao asked.
She really was an anxious little girl.
Ji Ruyan thought for a moment, "You like the Crown Prince Yan, does Lord Zhong know?"
"Father knows. It is precisely because he knows that he has never agreed to the Sixth Prince's proposal."
Thinking of that detestable Sixth Prince, Zhong Qiao wished she could chop him into mincemeat!
What kind of prince was he, daring to think she would be part of his concubine quarters?
With her status, how could she possibly become someone's concubine!
