Her abundant black hair was tied high up with only a goose-yellow ribbon holding it in place. The ends of the ribbon hung down to Murong Qiqi's waist, swaying gently with her every move. It was as if a fairy had descended from the heavens.
The moment Murong Qiqi entered, Wanyan Lie's hand, which had been stroking his beard, froze.
Mingyue... Seeing Murong Qiqi, who looked so much like Wanyan Mingyue, filled Wanyan Lie's eyes with warmth. Mingyue, he thought, I have found Qiqi. Does that make you happy?
Crown Prince Wan Yanhong and Second Prince Wanyan Yi, sitting on either side of the table, both had expressions of admiration in their eyes. This might not have been their first time seeing Murong Qiqi, but every meeting with her gave them a fresh revelation.
Wanyan Hong, holding Yu Shishi's hand, could not resist pinching her waist fiercely.
"Ah——" Yu Shishi winced, letting out a small cry. Wanyan Hong's grip was severe; there were probably going to be more bruises on her waist.
