After returning from the Temple Fair, the Princess was lost in thought, sitting in front of her dressing table. She seemed to be holding a wooden comb, combing her hair, but in reality, she was just staring at her reflection in the mirror and occasionally breaking into a shy smile.
A young girl in love!
Ming Xiang was absolutely certain that her Princess had someone on her mind.
And that person who occupied the Princess's thoughts day and night, keeping her from sleep and tea, could only be the hero who saved her - the Regent.
After all, the Regent's dazzling entrance was simply too handsome!
Under the moonlight, he came running towards her, his feet seemingly stepping on air, a handsome figure reminiscent of a divine deity, almost blinding her.
It was no wonder that when he held the Princess in his arms, spinning her around in the air, she was enchanted beyond measure.
"Ming Xiang, why are you standing so close? You're about to become cross-eyed."
