Jiang Shouzhong's eyes were full of laughter. He raised his hand and lightly scratched the young girl's exquisite and straight jade-like nose, smiling indulgently:
"Pretty, my ass. In my heart, it's my Miaomiao who is truly unparalleled. When my Miaomiao stands here, all other women are just...
Jiang Shouzhong realized he misspoke and quickly stopped.
"Go on, why did you stop?"
Yelü Miaomiao looked at him with a smile on her lips.
Jiang Shouzhong awkwardly coughed and hurriedly salvaged the situation: "Except for Hong Ling and the others, other women aren't even worth a second glance."
"Hmph, just knows how to be smooth-tongued and glib."
Yelü Miaomiao wrinkled her cute little nose and pretended to be angry.
But thinking about the Empress Dowager's attitude towards Jiang Shouzhong, the girl's originally delighted mood was shadowed by a trace of gloom.
