Fang Wanping disembarked from the ship, scornfully casting a glance towards Xiao'er standing by the side. Then, she was taken aback: How could somebody in this world be so beautiful? Just standing there, a faint smile adorning her face, naturally emanating an elegant demeanor and an air of nobility that she tried, yet failed, to conceal.
What was going on?
The look in Fang Wanping's eyes shifted from contempt to astonishment and finally to intense envy.
Could such a demeanor really belong to a woman of merchant origin?
But this thought merely flashed through her mind. If she wasn't a merchant's daughter, how could she be friends with the merchant girl on the ship?
She couldn't help but take another look at Xiao'er, and her envy deepened: God was indeed unfair, granting such beauty and temperament to the daughter of a lowly merchant, effectively overshadowing her, the daughter of an official!