"Though I'm not your woman, still..." Zhao Min changed tack and leaned close to Song Qingshu. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Song Qingshu froze. What was she up to now? Still, he eventually nodded. "County Princess, you shine like a rose and are lovely as peach blossoms and plums. If you aren't beautiful, then there are no beautiful women in the world."
Though she knew his words contained plenty of flattery, Zhao Min still felt delighted at his description of her as "shining like a rose, lovely as peach blossoms and plums." "Then what do you think of my personality?"
"Passionate as fire, willing to give everything for love—you're the kind of wife every man dreams of." Song Qingshu was not lying. In his previous life, Zhao Min had been far more popular online than Zhou Zhiruo. In truth, the two were equally beautiful and comparably intelligent. The reason for such a vast difference was that Zhao Min had been willing to abandon her wealth and status for love, even betray her own country and people. Zhou Zhiruo, on the other hand, had sacrificed her love to some extent for her own ambitions.
One woman threw herself at the male lead without regard for anything else, while the other weighed her own interests and did things that harmed the male lead's interests. From a woman's perspective, Zhao Min might seem too dependent, as though she had no soul of her own, while Zhou Zhiruo possessed the virtues of a modern independent woman. But from a man's perspective, Zhao Min was still the more appealing kind of woman—the kind willing to give everything for love.
Zhao Min was very satisfied with his answer. She did not continue asking about his opinion of her intelligence, since she often heard it in everyday