"Look."
He pointed to the window. The window was only the size of a fan with a few exceptionally concealed petal-shaped panes.
Mo Zhaozhao looked suspiciously, only to see that outside the window, the small lake below was in full view. Su Qianxue was still standing in the same place, her soft green gauze skirt and waist-length hair were fluttered by the lake breeze, looking just like a fallen fairy, very beautiful.
"Look at her position, standing there among so many places, at the spot without a wooden railing, standing there for such a long time, occasionally glancing around. If you tell me she doesn't have ulterior motives, I'd never believe it."
"Is our family's lake that interesting? What's making her so patient to watch for so long? She must be waiting for something to happen. The Princess is up to no good at this critical moment. I can't help but suspect that the Princess is her target."
Mo Zhaozhao: "..."
