At the entrance to the back mountain, the hibiscus flowers were blooming splendidly, clustered together like a girl's slightly blushing cheeks, exuding a faint fragrance.
Despite the countless exotic plants in the palace's Imperial Garden, Qinglian stopped her steps, bent down, and gazed closely at the delicate flowers.
The flowers were delicate, and the people were even more so.
Her nanny and her little palace maid Chun Xing praised Qinglian countless times, yet they couldn't alter the deep-seated inferiority hidden within her heart.
Her mother came from the Western Regions, making her features more defined, with a cicada-like brow and alluring temples, contrasting starkly with the Han people, which was one reason why many sisters in the palace interacted with her less.
She would rather have looked like a Han person.
"Oh, isn't this the Thirteenth Princess?"
A mocking voice sounded, exceptionally piercing!
