Yun Chi was indeed good. From the moment Hua Yan met him until now, she never had a bad word to say about him. He was born noble, with a fate commanding nine heavens, naturally a person who stood above the clouds.
But she, from birth, had been rolling in the decadence of soft luxury, until he forcefully pulled her up to the Mingyue High Platform.
It was a predestined calamity, inescapable and unavoidable, she could only comply with fate.
With her eyes red, Qiuyue said softly, "The servant also thought the Crown Prince was very nice before, and was extremely tolerant towards the young lady, but thinking about the young lady's time with Young Master Zizhan in Peach Blossom Valley, those few days together, it felt, even better..."
When Hua Yan recalled sparring with Su Zizhan, with a sword dancing in his palm, that day, peach blossoms fluttering down, the handsome figure in red beneath her feet was like a graceful tree with orchids...
