Huo Liran bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the Crown Prince of Xi Yan and Sang Zhi. 'They're so handsome and noble. How is Ye Qianning worthy of standing beside them?'
"Let's go. Pack your things so we can send Second Uncle's body back to Qingzhou sooner."
"I won't." Huo Liran struggled, trying to break free.
Huo Feng gripped her arm and refused to let go. "Haven't you caused enough of a scene?"
"I'm not leaving! Why does she get to stand next to such exceptional men? Why?! She's so ugly! How is she worthy? How?!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"I'm not! She's hideous! I'm a thousand times better than her. If even *she* can stand beside them, why can't I…?"
Huo Feng trembled with rage at her tirade. "Stop this madness and come back with me."
"I won't go! I won't! Ye Qianning should just die! Why does she get to…?" Huo Liran's eyes were red with jealousy.
Huo Feng clapped a hand over her mouth and began dragging her out of the crowd.
