Beitang Qinmeng was taken aback upon hearing she was to be married to Xuanyuan Jueqing, and she couldn't help but exclaim in shock, her eyes incredulously staring at Zongzheng Tinglan, her previously rosy-cheeked smiling face now pale and her mouth slightly agape.
Seeing his sister's expression like this, Beitang Xuan's profound eyes couldn't help but take a few more glances at the man who had just entered the hall. His strong body was clad in dark cyan-colored clothes; thick black brows adorned his deep-set eyes, with long eyelashes veiling the sharpness within.
His face was as still as still waters, the solitary and cold aura around him seemed palpable, like the chilling luster of the cold moonlight.
Beitang Xuan nodded silently to himself; this man was indeed much better than those hypocritical sons of nobles and princes. No wonder his proudly aloof sister could harbor affections for him.
