When the Nameless Girl Can be Enough
It didn't take her long to realize a few things.
He was the Prince of Qing, Fu Hansong. As the younger brother of the current Emperor, people flocked to him naturally. He did not need to do anything. With a sweep of his hand, a word off his tongue, hundreds would be willing to bet their lives and trust their families in his hands, all for the sake of fortune and power. He did not lack people, nor did he lack support.
Because of that, once he brought her back to his palace, she did not see him for months.
He had graceful maids to serve him, each one prettier than the next. He had trained soldiers to fight for him, each one stronger than the next. He had tacticians to scheme for him, each one wiser than the next.
She was not beautiful. She was not skilled. And nor was she wise.