In an unnoticed corner, a trace of oddity flashed in the eyes of the old monk, looking down.
Jiang Ning's beauty was inherited from Lin Zizi, who was the most beautiful woman in Chang'an City twenty years ago. Was her beauty nothing out of ordinary?
Jiang Ning's temperament was not as elegant and dignified as Lin Zizi's, but her light and mischievous posture had its own unique allure.
Jieming quickly concealed the unusual glint in his eyes, lowered his eyelids, and said in a flat voice, "So it's Third Young Master Jiang, what brings you here?"
Jiang Yi smiled and said, "Nothing urgent. My mother's birthday is in a few days, so I came to pray for my parents."
He didn't introduce Jiang Ning's identity.
After all, Jiang Ning was the Princess Consort, she shouldn't be here.
If the old monk found out, it would inevitably raise suspicion.
In this moment, Jiang Ning has already let down her veil, covering her face.
