At the moment the veil dropped, everyone held their breath.
But when Chu Baihan turned around, the expressions on everyone's faces were hard to describe.
In Yan Lin's hand, the wine glass fell, and the anticipation in his heart vanished completely.
Because the face he saw was as beautiful as a painting, but it lacked a certain liveliness.
Most importantly, she was nothing like the painting.
She was not Chu Baihan!
"It's not the Eighth Prince's wife," Yan Lian said with disappointment.
Seeing a completely unfamiliar face, Liu Shuxin almost burst into hysterical laughter.
It wasn't Chu Baihan, right, it wasn't Chu Baihan; she was no threat to her position now!
"Is this the cultivation of a noblewoman from Yan Country, to randomly pull at someone else's veil?" Chu Baihan, looking at the veil on the floor, spoke sarcastically.
Her words made the Emperor and the Empress look uncomfortable.
