When Zhao Linger saw Gong Yu’s blushing cheeks, she already had the answer.

It's just that at this moment, she is too embarrassed to reveal her feelings.

Zhao Linger smiled and said: "Miss Gong, if you are shy, there is no need to answer in a hurry."

"Today, the questions I asked you at the beginning may have touched upon some sad things that you cannot bear to look back on."

"I won't ask about Miss Gong's past anymore. As for what I just said about you and Zhang Wuji, just give me an answer after you have thought about it."

"The position of Queen is already mine. If you want it, even if I am willing to give it to you, Young Master and Zhou Zhiruo will never agree."

"But with Miss Gong's talent and appearance, there is no problem for her to become a royal concubine."

"A girl like you would rather be harmed by my young master than by other men."

Gong Yu's cheeks were already red with shame, and after hearing these words, her face became even redder, as if blood could drip out of it.

…

Zhao Linger and Gong Yu got along very well. The sisters chatted for two or three hours in a row.

Only after Gong Yu had lunch at Zhang Wuji's house did Zhao Linger let her go.

At the dinner table, Gong Yu met Zhang Wuji's other two women again.

However, Zhu'er and Han Zhao's giggling made her feel a little uncomfortable.

No woman around an emperor wants to share her man with other women.

But the women around Zhang Wuji are different. Having a sister seems to be something worth being happy about for them.

Gong Yu was very puzzled about this, as she had already met several of Zhang Wuji's women.

When it comes to beauty, each one is more beautiful than the other.

But they always give Gong Yu a feeling of being out of tune.