On the contrary, the Councilman displayed a broad, proud smile, unable to conceal his sense of pride.
From behind, Jun Yiyi peeked at the exceptionally outstanding Ji Lingkong on the screen, feeling that he seed quite different from usual. What was different, she couldn’t quite articulate. Despite being so close through the screen, there was a sudden unfamiliarity.
He was like himself, yet not like himself, a side of him she didn’t understand.
Gone was the usual lighthearted ease with her, the spontaneous display of emotions; joy and anger always shown before her. Now, in his military attire, his appearance was the sa, yet it was as if a thick layer of glass enveloped him, clearly visible but separated by an invisible barrier, no longer easily revealing his emotions, as if his innermost self was sealed away.
Looking at this different side of him, Jun Yiyi’s gaze dimd, feeling a trace of loneliness and heartache.
After the Queen conferred the honors, the general selected a dal and went up to the stage, accompanied by a girl shining like a morning star. She wore an elegant black and white formal gown, crafted with high-class tailoring that gracefully showcased her slender and graceful figure, reminiscent of a Greek mythological moon goddess, stunningly beautiful.
Jun Yiyi was stunned, her pupils dilated instantly, looking dazed at the confident and elegant smiling girl.
She rembered this woman as the beauty who had entered Ji Lingkong’s room that day, chatting and laughing while she communicated with him. However, at that ti, the woman was far from the cara, and she couldn’t clearly see her face.
Seeing her now, her heart was instantly in turmoil, difficult to calm.
To shock even Jun Yiyi, she naturally had to be a rare true beauty. Yes, a true beauty, in many senses, from appearance to temperant to deanor, a woman who could be called a beauty.
Her jade-like skin, more pristine and tender than snow, more translucent and delicate than pear blossom, a head of lush dark green-black hair, adorned with no hair ornants, yet its silken luster outshone any exquisite headpiece.
Her neck, swan-like and elegant, with a delicate chin lifted slightly proud, possessing nobility without seeming arrogant, perfectly reflecting her noble status.
And her face, flawless, with high nose and deep eyes, exquisitely delicate, enchanting phoenix eyes full of spirit, paired with long, curled lashes adding depth and allure to her gaze, inviting yet inscrutable, like a deep pool of mystery, a smart woman that n love to challenge and pursue.
"Who is she?" Jun Yiyi subconsciously murmured, then startled herself.
Did she really care so much? A subtle discomfort welled in her chest, like sothing filling up slowly.
"She’s... Lie Fengzi." Next to her, Madam Aisha’s low voice ca, tinged with a strange sense of loss.
Lie Fengzi? Jun Yiyi couldn’t recall this person, nor had she ever seen her, but soon, she learned who Lie Fengzi truly was, and what her background was.
Because the surrounding nobles had started a buzz of gossip, voices intertwining, rging into a vast array of information enough for her to understand.
"Oh, she’s the Duke Lie’s daughter, Duchess Fengzi!"
"I never thought the Councilman’s son invited her to put the dal on him. Tsk tsk, are these two perhaps...?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)