Li Yinghui was extremely confident; she couldn't deny her excellence and, in terms of status, she was the Princess of a country. Even though the country had fallen, with Dragon Tiger Gate around, her status was still pretty good.
In contrast, Duan Yanran, whether in her past life or this one, came from a less powerful background and indeed couldn't compare.
Li Yinghui also saw this point, and most of her confidence came from it.
She thought that perhaps, since they just met and didn't understand each other yet, that once they got to know one another, he would naturally fall in love with her.
"A slender and gentlewoman, a gentleman's pursuit," she firmly believed in these eight words.
But perhaps things wouldn't go as she wished.
Duan Yanran, upon leaving, returned to The City, entered her bedroom, and kissed her still-sleeping son gently on the forehead.
