Then suddenly, the crowd on the street parted as a palanquin was passing through. It was a huge, glamorous and sturdy palanquin carried by eight people. On it, sat a man as beautiful as a moon with sharp features while in both of his arms laid two beautiful woman that was feeding him fruits coyly while another massaged his arm.
Ouyang Xueqing recognized the woman that was holding grapes on her hand to be Ma Meiying.
Moreover, when she caught sight of the man clearly, her jaw dropped in shock.
She pointed at the man in the palanquin with trembling finger while her gaze trailed to the man that was holding her hand.
They had the same face!
"M—Master?!" She looked at both of them back and forth. Seriously, even the wound on their temple was the same!
Around her, she could hear the commotion from the citizens.
"Aiyoh, it's the third young master of the Mo's. How salacious."
"Ckckck, in broad daylight…sigh, isn't he ashamed?"
