Watching Qin Wu hardly conceal her budding affection, Yan Wanqing asked while packing up the ointment.
"Do you truly like my brother?"
Qin Wu thought for a moment, squinting her eyes, "He's very handsome, and in terms of both civil and military strategy, he's far ahead of most men, plus because of your relation, I have a hundred percent favorable impression of the Yan family, thus in my eyes, he shines brightly."
Wherever Yan Li'an appeared, she could see no one else.
Yan Wanqing looked at her suspiciously, "Your Majesty, do you like my brother as a person, or just my brother's face?"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but touch her own face.
They were born of the same mother, and bore a high resemblance to each other.
Qin Wu, smiling cheerily at her every day—could it be that she was also infatuated with her beauty?
Thinking about how often Qin Wu liked to cling to her, Yan Wanqing couldn't help but swallow her saliva to suppress her shock.
