C332 Ye Yulin's Miserable State

Bao Mingzhu couldn't help but think, she's just a young girl, after all.

Bao Mingzhu vividly remembered when her personal guard reported the age of Miss Ye to her. She was both envious and resentful. This girl was barely sixteen, not even quite sixteen yet—an age as delicate as a budding flower.

And here she was, Bao Mingzhu, already twenty-three, yet not as sharp as this young girl