"Commandery Princess, Young Master Suo Lun has arrived," the eunuch treaded lightly to the front of the carriage and whispered.
"Let him in," Princess Zhining said, her tone casual and serene.
Lanling was slight stunned upon hearing her voice because it was truly pleasant, clear and soft, with a faint touch of sensuality that didn't at all resemble a woman with a heart of a serpent.
Then, the grand and luxurious carriage door opened, and Lanling took a deep breath, holding his chest for a while as if trying to calm his heartbeat, before stepping into the carriage.
This scene was secretly glimpsed by Princess Zhining, who immediately revealed a smug smile at the corners of her mouth.
Of course, all of this was an act by Lanling; he was putting on a performance.
The carriage interior wasn't as lavishly ornate as one might imagine, but rather it exuded a sense of elegance and simplicity.
Princess Zhining sat upright on the soft couch, her delicate jade-like hand holding a scroll.
