Yang Yiting followed in the footsteps of the little eunuch and stepped into the high threshold of the Harmony Hall. When she looked up, she found that Lu Ziqing was also there, dressed in a purple official uniform, standing upright and solemn.
On the other side were several royal princes, headed by Meng Tian Luo, followed by Meng Tian Jue and Meng Tian Yan.
It was just that between Meng Tian Jue and Meng Tian Yan, there was a burly, tall and mighty man. He was about twenty years old, with dark skin and extraordinary heroism. His dark eyes were staring at Yang Yiting with excitement.
Yang Yiting was beyond words. Could it be that this was Meng Tian Lin, the fourth prince whom he hadn't met last time? But this image was too different from the other princes, especially compared with Meng Tian Jue next to him. One was suet white jade, and the other was rough rock.
