“Does the young lady like the Eastern Prince?” Jie’er walked to Lan Ling’er’s side, picked up the comb, and helped her tidy her long hair.
“Perhaps!” She couldn’t distinguish her own feelings – was it like or love?
“Perhaps? Young lady, don’t you know yourself? If I were you, I would definitely fall for the Prince.” Jie’er blushed slightly, a sweet smile on her face.
“Why?” She wanted to know what kind of person Dong Fang Yu was in others’ eyes.
“Although the Prince is cold, he is extremely gentle to you. Last night, his gaze was so sincere. I believe he likes you! Such a man is rare. You must cherish him!”
“I’m different from you. The love I hope for is unique, not divided. A polygamous life is torture for me!” She could not accept such a system.
“So you would rather give up than fight for it?” If it were Jie’er, she would be willing to be the most insignificant concubine for such a good man. After all, she was born a maid and felt inferior compared to the young lady.
“If you meet someone you truly love, your love won’t be divided. You wouldn’t allow others to share his love. Human love is selfish.”
In the imperial harem, many seek the Emperor’s love. “I would rather gracefully withdraw, which would be better for everyone!” she reflected sadly, looking at her pale image in the mirror.
“What does the young lady mean? Does she not even know her feelings for the prince?”
“I have asked myself. If the Eastern Prince hadn’t saved me, would I have felt something for him? I lack security and tend to develop an infatuation with those who take care of me, often mistaking it for love. So, I’m unsure.” Huier’s gentle hair-combing made her drowsy.
“Gossip reporter? What does that mean?” Huier asked, setting a pearl hairpin in Lan Ling’er’s hair.
“It means a busybody! We say ‘gossip reporter’ at home. Different languages, different expressions!” She chuckled, realizing her mistake in discussing modern terms in ancient language.
Huier straightened Ling’er’s clothes, smiling.
“Huier, do you think my ears look like an elf’s?” Lan Ling’er asked, turning around while Huier tidied the bed.
