These all suit my taste perfectly," she said with a smile, "The Princess is so considerate, even knowing the hobbies of a nobleman's daughter like me, I thank the Princess for her thoughtfulness."
Rong Yun glanced at the tea snacks in her own hand and spoke softly, "You like them too? Then it must be a coincidence. I always eat these, maybe our tastes are just similar."
Her indifferent manner showed no sign of flattery in her words; Xie Qingyi's estimation of Rong Yun changed a bit.
Indeed, it was her own overthinking; a simple-hearted girl, even if wronged and having lost a child, could not become someone like Li Yunshu, a person with deep schemes.
In Xie Qingyi's heart, she felt even more pity for Rong Yun, the Princess.
