Cheng Zixiao looked at Hua Yan, and the vast Northern Region, when spoken of from her lips, seemed as light as clouds and mist.
Yet even from such a fleeting remark, Cheng Zixiao discerned a weight of a thousand jun.
The Hua Family of Lin'an was unlike other families, and Hua Yan even more unlike other women. Even though she was slender and seemingly frail, as if a gentle breeze could topple her, upon interacting twice with her—from the deal of exchanging three-tenths of the profits from the Huai River salt trade for his widespread Northern Region businesses, to her effortlessly drawing an accurate map of the Northern Region's topography and unapologetically asking for his most treasured possessions—it was clear that few men in the world could match the landscapes within her heart.
At this moment, he finally understood why Yun Chi would seek no one else but Hua Yan.
With her, what other woman could catch one's eye?
