Ning Wanwan’s heart pounded like a drum, and she hurried away.
*Tsk, tsk, tsk,* she marveled deep inside. This man looked somewhat familiar; she felt she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Seeing the smile that had broken across Zhao Qingzhuo’s usually icy face, those around him could not help but be astonished. Could he have taken a fancy to that little palace maid? But then again, that maid was breathtakingly beautiful. How could such a beauty exist in the palace?
Chapter 40