Su Qianxun glanced at Lai Nuannuan through the large mirror in the makeup room with a look that was seemingly amused yet full of disdain.
To be honest, Lai Nuannuan and Su Qing looked quite similar when they were younger.
Putting it nicely, they both belonged to the type with delicate features; putting it bluntly, they just looked too plain.
This type of woman often appealed to men with strong protective instincts, appearing pitiful and liked to cling to men like vine flowers.
But of course, she was different!
Her looks were of the kind that spelled trouble, and moreover, she had an arrogant and dominant type of beauty, backed by royal favor.
However, with the emperor's favor, why worry about being aggressive and dominant?
As for Lai Nuannuan's type, what had Yanzhi once said?
Oh, right!
She looked as if someone owed her thousands of silver, with a bland expression that was simply bad luck!
