On my wedding night, Yuan Zhi called me a beautiful idiot and said she had no idea what Yuan Lang saw in me.
Ridiculous.
I was fair-skinned and lovely, clever and quick-witted.
That was jealousy talking!
After a night’s sleep, I was still indignant.
I shook Yuan Lang awake bright and early and whined about what she had said.
Yuan Lang watched me through narrowed eyes for a long while.
“Mm.
You certainly are.”