No, what kind of divine will is that? She only wished that the thief had taken her instead, and if that thief had been him, it would have been even better.
Even if death were the outcome, at least it would be outside.
Long Luo chose joyous hairpins for Lin Qianqing to wear. Seeing her emaciated little face, she sighed gently, "The princess must look better with a smile, and your dimples show only when you do. You are clearly the most honored princess in our Prince Residence, yet because of your aloofness, the Prince has been lured away by those vixens. Apart from the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month and on your birthday every year, the Prince doesn't come. Continuing like this is no solution. I'm truly afraid that when we return to the Lin Residence today, Madam will ask me about it again."
Lin Qianqing spoke in a low voice, "Tell her that I am doing very well."
"But how could this be considered 'very well'? Those women do not take you seriously anymore."
