Ye Xue'e's motherly love surged, and as she looked at her beloved little daughter, her eyes grew brighter and sparkled with a different kind of brilliance.
"Mother, I heard that the two princesses are not very young either. What's the point of comparing myself to them?"
Lin Qingluo helplessly rubbed her forehead.
The last thing she wanted to hear right now was anything to do with the royal family.
"Ahem."
Ye Xue'e covered her mouth with a handkerchief and pretended to cough twice, looking incredibly smug.
"Mother was just making a comparison. Even if they were ten years younger, they wouldn't compare to our Duke of Zhen's daughter."
Mother is mighty!
With a resigned smile, Lin Qingluo raised her thumb to her mother in defeat.
This way of praising her daughter was indeed worthy of the Duke of Zhen's wife.
"Madam, the young masters have prepared and are waiting at the door for the Eldest Miss. They specially sent me to ask when we can set off."