"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."
"An Yang, come out and meet your future husband." The Empress smiled gently and waved, signaling the palace maids to remove the screen.
"An Yang greets the Marquis." Princess An Yang, her face blushing, rose and approached, bending slightly at the waist.
Having seen many beauties, Lin Miao was immune to them; every member of his family was a stunning beauty.
Yet the princess before him, An Yang, still amazed him; such beauty should only exist in the heavens, not on earth.
She was like a gem, radiating light, and between her brows was a scholarly air. She carried a small orchid fan, her slim waist adorned with silk that danced around her. She seemed like a fairy, her smile surpassing the brilliance of stars.
Lin Miao couldn't help but be momentarily entranced, but he quickly regained his composure: "Please call me Lin Miao, Your Highness."
"An Yang, are you satisfied?" the Empress asked with a smile.
