When they came out of the palace, it was already dusk.
The evening breeze carried a hint of coldness.
Su Mo stood quietly beside the carriage at the entrance of the palace in a silver cloak.
The daughters walked out one after another and could not help but size him up.
The eldest son of the Su family was well-versed in both civil and military matters. He was elegant like jade and came from a noble background. He was deeply valued by the emperor. Which girl in the world did not want to marry such a husband?
The daughters blushed.
Su Xiaoxiao slowly walked behind everyone.
Suddenly, a young lady fell a few steps behind and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her. "Miss Qin, how did you do today?"
"My surname is Su," Su Xiaoxiao said.
"Ah." The young lady was stunned.
Su Xiaoxiao had no intention of building a relationship with others and walked over calmly.
