"A Ze, will the Princess Consort not like me?"
After all, she was merely a concubine-born daughter, and her father's official rank was not high—a mere fifth rank, which was practically insignificant in Baize's social circle. In her past life, she and her birth mother had resorted to countless schemes just to climb up to Liang Han. Yet he was still at the very bottom of that social ladder.
"This cloak of mine was personally selected by my mother. She dotes on you far too much, so how could she possibly dislike you?" Inside the carriage, Baize gently stroked Moland's slender hand.
Chapter 29