Though he outwardly maintained a clear distance from this granddaughter, in reality, he had been secretly inquiring about Shen Mingshu all this time. In fact, on the night of the Lantern Festival, when Murong Jin and Shen Mingshu were standing on the stage solving lantern riddles, he had been watching them from afar.
The Duke of Dingguo felt a gaze settle upon his face, and his old cheeks burned with embarrassment. Shen Mingshu stared at the Duke’s face, her phoenix eyes narrowing as she observed him closely, before shifting her gaze to the others nearby.
Seeing her look their way, Murong Lian waved excitedly. She had never imagined that her cousin would look so beautiful in women's clothing; dressed in soft pink today, she looked just like a peony in bloom. Murong Xu followed Murong Lian’s gesture, his eyes landing on the young girl who so closely resembled his aunt, her phoenix eyes bright and sparkling as she watched him. Yet, there seemed to be a hidden depth to her gaze; the way she squinted her eyes did not suggest poor vision, but rather that she was deep in thought.
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