"Third Brother..."
Yelyu Nalan's voice was timid and fragile, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful.
She had Central Plains blood in her veins, and in the rough Bianliao royal family, she appeared particularly unique.
The princes who bullied and humiliated her in childhood changed their attitude when she blossomed into a graceful young woman...
Yelyu Nalan was well aware, but she still felt a smug satisfaction.
After all, she believed her beauty in the Royal Palace was unmatched.
Her tears became a powerful weapon with no obstacles.
But Yelyu Nalan forgot, even the sharpest weapon becomes dull with overuse.
She didn't realize that her tears held no value before the man she admired.
He simply did not care.
He didn't care about her, nor the women in the mansion, so whether they fought or quarreled, what difference did it make?
As a soldier defending the nation, how could he be troubled by such trivial matters?
This isn't favoritism; it's simply indifference.
