The peony petals intertwined in layers, their colors vibrant and striking—truly a national beauty of heavenly fragrance. Yet compared to the woman's peerless face, they lacked a certain spiritual grace and delicate charm, making it impossible for Xiao Tong to tear his gaze away.
Jiang Wumei raised a hand to brush past the peony's roots, her beautiful eyes holding a hint of surprise. As she raised her gaze, she collided with the man's deep, dark eyes.
"Your Majesty."
Chapter 340