The Eldest Princess paid no heed to Anyue’s thoughts; her heart was occupied entirely by the young woman inside the room named Zhaozhao.
She could not be mistaken. That unique butterfly birthmark was one-of-a-kind, something only her own daughter—the child she had carried for ten months—would possess. When she had given birth, a master had prophesied that her daughter was destined for immense nobility and peerless beauty; that singular butterfly birthmark, he said, was a gift from the heavens, unique in all the world.
From birth until she was three, her little girl had been like a jade figurine, loved by all, showing the promise of a great beauty even at that young age.
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