Fang Hao and Rebecca boarded the carriage.
The guards formed a protective circle around the carriage, which began to head towards the location of the banquet.
Inside the carriage, nightstone exuded a soft glow.
Despite being in close proximity, Fang Hao's gaze still lingered on Rebecca.
The gown was tailor-made for her.
On her, it fit impeccably, with not a wrinkle in sight, accentuating her curves to perfection.
The patterns embroidered with gold thread lent the dress an added air of noble elegance.
Her slender legs, encased in the dress of Nightfall, were particularly noticeable as they shimmered in the soft light.
Noticing Fang Hao's gaze, Rebecca didn't seem as shy as before.
She smiled and said, "This dress is quite nice. The craftsmanship of your textile shop is indeed impressive."
"As long as you're satisfied, ma'am."
Rebecca rolled her eyes at him, continuing, "A dress like this, if sold in the city, would be more popular than Fairy Dream Tower's clothing."
