"Prince's Consort, I have come to fetch you."
He looked at her and was momentarily stunned. He had always known of Wen Jiu’s beauty, but now that she was dressed in her bridal finery, she possessed an elegance that no common, painted beauty of this world could ever hope to rival.
Qingfeng, following behind, rubbed his eyes. Who was this person, looking so dignified and elegant with a gentle smile on her face? Was this the same ruthless, cold-blooded eldest Miss Wen? Their mistress?
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