"As for me, I got third but our great-grandfather only nagged me for a little while. As soon as I started crying, he stopped. Do you know why?"
Di Anran grew up in a wealthy family and obviously knew about hidden messages in people's facial expressions. She hid her own emotions, smiling while asking softly, "Maybe you could tell me why?"
"Why? This is all because of history."
Di Ranle sighed before she continued, "Sister Anran, I really feel sorry for your family. Initially, your grandfather was the one that great-grandfather wanted to inherit the throne. Who would have thought that it would end up in the hands of my grandfather instead?"
Seeing how Di Anran wasn't responding, Di Ranle continued, "For me, no matter if it is your family or mine, I am merely a princess and will be married off. It really doesn't matter who becomes king. It is a fight for the men, and not meant for us women. Anran, I am taking you as my younger sister, which is why I am telling you this.
