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?
