The Eldest Princess, Zheng Tianxin, had inherited Empress Xiao's grace and nobility. Her eyes were the spitting image of Zheng Congyuan, and her skin was even whiter than snow. Her voluptuous figure was like a peony in full bloom. Just standing there was enough to capture one's gaze, and few men who saw the Eldest Princess for the first time could control their wandering eyes.
However, upon a second glance, and especially after learning of the Princess's deeds, they would quickly lower their heads and hurry away. Just like now, those who recognized the Eldest Princess quickened their pace, entering the private rooms that were available, or abandoning their unfinished meals to leave—oh no, to slip away through the back door in haste.
This peculiar atmosphere left those who did not recognize her somewhat baffled.
Zheng Nianru turned her head back, as if nothing had happened, and continued walking towards the second floor.
Nanny Yun and Xing Yu followed without understanding why.
