Zhao Hongsheng extended his hand to Tang Ruyan, drawing her onto his lap and hooking his finger under her delicate chin, he smiled and said: "My Yanie is indeed smart and clever. People say Yao Hanai is the top talent in the Capital, but I think that woman is all show and no substance, not nearly as good as my Yanie."
"Your Highness." Tang Ruyan gave a shy smile, slightly lowered her head, the light in her eyes sharpening. Indeed, that woman was clever, but what a pity, even the smartest women eventually become stepping stones for their men to climb higher.
Where did Zhao Hongsheng even like Yao Hanai? He was merely interested in the throng of scholars following behind Hanai's father; such valuable resources would be wasted on the Crown Prince of Xiliang.
