The sunlight shifted just right as he stepped from the shadows into the light, his shimmering Peacock Dress so dazzling that the two older women instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.
Xia Chuyue called out gently, "Miss Liu!"
Liu Mianmian had already turned away, but upon hearing his voice and seeing him, her brows slightly furrowed. Beneath her veil, she nodded lightly and replied, "Princely Heir Xia…"
Her voice was soft and lilting, yet with a refined clarity that made even the songs of valley orioles pale in comparison to its beauty.
The two women's eyes suddenly widened.
Princely Heir Xia?
In Rong City, there was only one man deserving of this title—the son of Uncle Residence!
Rumor had it that he lost his first wife just last year. Could it be…?
