"Alright, alright, I get it," Chen Yi paused and said, "But think about it—are you prettier, or is the Taichua Goddess Yin Weiyin prettier?"
Lu Ying paused upon hearing this, recalled for a moment, and said, "I suppose Immortal Yin's beauty is indeed superior by a margin."
"Well, there's your answer."
"But aren't you the son-in-law of the Prince's Mansion?" Lu Ying hesitated and said, "Who's to say you aren't suffering from their disdain and oppression, and now you're thinking of finding another beauty?"
Chen Yi said helplessly, "So do you think you count as a beauty worth pursuing?"
"I think I do."
Lu Ying pondered for a moment and replied.
At this moment, Qing Yuan, seemingly concerned that Lu Ying had been away too long, came out from the inn.
Facing Qing Yuan, Chen Yi pointed at Lu Ying and said:
"Look, look! This is the first time I've seen such a self-absorbed woman."
Lu Ying was so annoyed her teeth itched.
She turned to Qing Yuan and said:
