She wore a dazzling red dress, like the brightest flower blooming amidst green woods, or like vermilion dropped into a lake, her flowing skirt cascading from the waist, shedding the usual decorum in exchange for a smile full of innocence, brilliance, and allure.
Her crimson lips, opening and closing, exuded a charm that was both alluring and elusive.
One glance was enough to make it impossible to look away.
The men present all gasped.
The young master who had been touting the virtues of marrying a woman three years older hastily asked, "Will Miss Jiang accompany us each time?"
This young master was none other than Ouyang Chengze, the young legitimate grandson of Prime Minister Ouyang. At seventeen years old, his baby face and fair skin made him look like a fifteen-year-old lad.
