Baobao, the name Baobao, the Eighth Princess had heard it from Qinghe before.

Qinghe was two-timing, those years, entangled with Marshal Baowei on one hand, while keeping the Eighth Princess in suspense on the other.

The Eighth Princess couldn’t quite pinpoint what she saw in Qinghe; perhaps even she wasn’t very sure. But one thing she was certain of... at the beginning, she wasn’t very invested in Qinghe either. She had heard about Qinghe’s wavering, but in her view, someone with Qinghe’s character back then, so frivolous and dissolute, was impossible to devote wholeheartedly to any woman.

Besides, if one truly had to choose between her and Dong Baowei, anyone who wasn’t blind would choose someone with noble stature and appearance like hers over the hideously ugly Dong Baowei.

Furthermore, that Dong Baowei was once a lackey by Ji Jiuhuang’s side. With Qinghe’s status, used to being the Master, how could he possibly set his sights on another’s lackey?

Yet until one day, when she heard the word "Baobao" slip from the drunken lips of Qinghe, she finally understood... that the lackey she despised had actually stolen that person’s heart.

Since she was little, Ji Jiuhuang always suppressed her in every way, and that was fine, but even Ji Jiuhuang’s lackey bested her by a move?

So she developed a sense of competitiveness, and thus, she was determined to have Qinghe.

She gradually saw the cleverness and talent behind Qinghe’s flamboyant exterior, and she began to appreciate this man.

She thought that was love, and to this day, she still believes it’s love.

She thought she merely loved indecisively, but perhaps what people claim as deep love is just this? After all, she could solely favor Qinghe, she could stand against all arguments for the traitorous Xiao family for him, and she could give Qinghe countless treasures...

Is this not love? After all, she had done so much for him.

The Eighth Princess was probably a woman who didn’t understand love, not knowing what true love looks like; what she loved was actually just her own self-indulgence.

She thought she loved, but actually not. Though this reasoning, she would never comprehend even if it took her a lifetime.

And now, as she stared obsessively at Dong Huiying, the first thought she had was, if Qinghe knew Dong Baowei was still alive, what would he do?

But ever since Qinghe left her, she had sent many people to find any trace of Qinghe, yet there was no clue or progress. That person seemed to have vanished into thin air.

This ugly freak... no, Dong Baowei was no longer ugly now. But why would Qinghe of those days make an effort for Dong Baowei? Why would Qinghe care about Dong Baowei!

Even in drunkenness, to call out this person’s name...

That kind of unwavering dedication was something she couldn’t understand, much less experience. Yet it couldn’t impact the resentment and deep-rooted unwillingness she felt in her heart toward Dong Baowei.

So she glared at Dong Huiying with hatred, as if she could eat Dong Huiying alive.

Dong Huiying smacked her tongue secretly: "I say, dear sister, I haven’t offended you, have I? Why are you glaring at me?"

Didn’t she just say this person was sick? But it was a fact, not something made-up, nor was it nonsense. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Clearly, this person was indeed sick!!

The Eighth Princess suddenly burst out laughing: "In my life, I turned out to be this ridiculous, truly became a joke!!"