Upon hearing the quiet laughter, Su Hu's embarrassment turned to anger. He was about to stomp away when a female voice resembling an oriole rang in his ears.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Su Zhiyu rode on a clouded leopard and dispersed the crowd.
She had a cold face that looked noble and elegant. Her temperament was like the goddess of a snow mountain on an iceberg.
There was a thumb-sized red flame on her forehead, which added a touch of beauty to her cold face.
Many people couldn't help exclaiming in astonishment at the sight of her face.
Those who had come to Huan City for the first time were now entranced by her beauty.
"She's so beautiful!"
"Yes, she's like a fairy descended to Earth!"
"Goddess!"
"The Fourth Prince is here too."
"Oh my God, the Fourth Prince is so handsome! I'm going to faint."
"The goddess and the Fourth Prince are really a match made in heaven!"
