Wang Ze frowned and he cleared his throat in annoyance. The man that had been hypnotized was frightened out of their wits and hurriedly turned their gazes toward the ground, the table, the food, anywhere except the princess.
But inwardly their heart was still thumping and the princess' delicate face was forever embedded ah!
It was as beautiful as a painting, as precious as jade.
Of course, being the dense and sheltered girl she was, Ouyang Xueqing didn't realize a thing. She glanced at Ling Xiaochen in disbelief as her mind subconsciously form the image. The blush on her deepened. It ran from her face toward her ears and suffused onto her neck, making her look like a petal blooming under the moon.
Ren Yupei coughed slightly to draw the two girls' attention. It was urgent ah! If the princess had continued to look so alluring like that, the banquet would end in the Emperor's rage. "Princess, are you unwell? Your face is red."
