Chu Yueli’s heart sank.
Back then, Prince Mo had been only seventeen or eighteen. A youth on a white horse, brimming with spirit and vigor. Though she was young at the time, she had long since heard of Prince Mo’s reputation: the most handsome man in the capital.
Why did even Lu Fengjin believe that now that Prince Mo’s face was ruined, he would surely seek revenge upon his return? It was precisely because, in those days, Prince Mo’s striking beauty had been famous throughout the nation.
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